Why Regression?

So, we've been trying to decide WHAT to title this blog, considering all the things we'd write about. We decided on regression because it's such a loaded word--not to mention that Stephen's entire day revolves around statistical research and we hear the word regularly. Regression is a statistical tool (most frequently used one, as well), it also means to have regressed, which seems to happen quite a bit in our home. Toddlers regressing from well behaved, potty-trained & happy to AAAAACK! within minutes; parents regressing as they throw the occasional tantrum (sometimes, I'm 25 going on 2, I swear); and, I suppose, our household is regressing instead of progressing by "The American Standard" as we try to simplify our daily lives and get rid of "STUFF" instead of acquiring it. More on that last one later.

We'll definitely be posting about our experiences as parents to the most amazing children on earth. I still can't believe some of the stuff our children come up with. Today's most memorable moment was quite the experience...we've discovered that teaching our children where food comes from is paying off, and sinking in, and that no matter how hard you try to be city folk, if Mom and Dad were raised in the country, it's in your blood, and you don't have to have been hunting to crave it.

We were pulling into the driveway after our drive home from church, Stephen and I discussing dinner making plans as the children begged for our evening activity to be the baking of some scrumptious cookies. I mentioned I'd found steak on sale, and it was in the refrigerator, waiting for someone to eat it (that'd be us). All of a sudden, Zachary shrieks, "OH MY!!! LOOK AT THAT!!!" Stephen and I (in a panic now) both yell, "What?!?" ~Keep in mind, the wind was clocked at about 47 Mph right then, ug~ Zachary then comments calmly, "It's a pig. I'm going to go kill it and then we'll have lots more steak. Does that sound like a good idea?" There was no pig, we live in the middle of the city, but it did add to the laughter of the day.

Chayce has had her own moments in the meat department. Ha ha. We as a family were doing some grocery shopping, and a large sign said that "Franks" were on sale. Stephen exclaims, "Oh, No! What did they do to Frank?" and Chayce politely lets Stephen know, "They just mean hot dogs, Daddy."

I really can't wait to see what adventures we have as we take on 2008...hopefully, we can regress a little more.