Love the sinner. Hate the sin. (and, unrelated, SR at 6 mo)

A good reminder from Fr. Glenn on Saturday... I consider myself a helper, while the real world would actually define me as an enabler.  I focus more on the "love" part, excusing or even reasoning behavior that is unacceptable.  I do this with friends, family and even strangers - like the cashier at Mc Alister's who called me a rich girl and implied money was like toilet paper for me.  (Oddly, I can also be just as judgemental as her, though I try to keep it in my noggin and let it stew before I get distracted by something else).

So, from my soapbox I preach: "Love the sinner, but hate the sin".  Do as I say, not as I do.  If you did as I do, you would have eaten half a cheesecake and an entire 13" x 9" pan of rice krispy treats over the weekend.

Unrelated entirely, here is (of course) my SR update:
the 6 month appointment went swimmingly, oh except for the shots.  Even though his daddy was holding his arms down this time, he just glared at me and then tears were a-flowin'.  He is a smidge above the 50th percentile, weighing 17lb 2oz and measuring 26.5" in length.  It is mind-boggling to me to think how much he has grown and developed in 6 months!  From this shriveled peanut (15-20th percentile weight at birth) who barely peeped to a babbling tornado who enjoys real big boy food and his daddy's chicken drumstick bone - where has the time gone!?

He can sit propped fine, but now when he sit up on his own, he usually topples over within a few seconds.

The main purpose of this pic is to highlight his few hairs growing in the back.

Mum-Mums and sippy cups - totally healthy to pacify them with food,  I am sure.

Food and my baby.  Some of my most favorite things.  The pediatrician had told me at each previous appointment, to keep him solely on breast milk (or formula) until 6 months.  And I did.  At his last visit, she acted shocked that we had done it; she then said we needed to put him on solids "aggressively" so he would be on table food at 9 months.  I should have asked what she meant by "aggressively".  I am not pinning him down or force feeding that kid.  Conveniently enough, he does not like the super pureed food or cereal.  He wants a little umph in his goo.  At least we have a goal insight, table food at 9 months.  Got it.