Tuesday, July 25, 2006
"Run for your Yikes!"
Friday, July 21, 2006
Circle of Life...
I am the youngest of three. The only son. I wondered to myself what they would have been like 27 years ago. Two children. Pre-Jonathan. What a different world that must have been, eh? No! You can't go back! Here is the scary part. They were both my age. How weird it is to realize that I am officially half of my parents age. I'm sure they'll love reading it when I put it this way....they've doubled in age since my birth!! (Sorry, guys.) I have that affect. People seem to age significantly in my prescence.
Anyway, I have been wondering how different they were then, if at all. My parents have always been the source of wisdom that I rely on. Yet, when I was born...they were only 27 year old parents wondering what the next day would bring. It is so hard to think of your parents as...well...you. It makes me realize, as a 27 year old father of two, that I have big shoes to fill. So...what will I be like in 27 years? July 21st, 2033...here I come.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
The Three Conooges
Then, Noah (or, Larry, if you will) was born. Poor, little guy never had a chance. With Curly knocking chairs over on him and those pesky garage doors (yes, he did it too. The same thing… “Come on, son….”) he was doomed from the start. He has now busted his lip for the second or third time (we lose count), broken his arm, scratched his face, been smacked countless times with various objects by his big brother (Curly) and he is just beginning the “Stooges” years. He’s not even two yet!
We all remember the “Stooges” years. We all had them. Maybe your enemy wasn’t the garage door. Perhaps it was that step you never could remember was there. Maybe that chandelier your grandmother refused to hang higher than four feet from the ground. Maybe it was always forgetting that you should stand back when your friend is swinging the bat. Whatever it was, we were all there.
Now, I must to tell you something. Kids, sons especially, cause some sort of mysterious degeneration. Though never graceful by any means, I have noticed that I have to be careful not to come out of every day bruised. So, consequently, my wife gets to deal with the Three Conooges.
Signed,
Friday, July 07, 2006
The Night of the Ninjas
We were hanging out in our Home Team last night and had just concluded our study, when the power was knocked out by a heavy storm. In minutes Kelly had candles up and I had the flashlight out (cause men need powerful beams of light...not that sissy candle stuff) and we were all laughing and having even more fun than when the power was on. The kids had fun with the flashlights and all was well. Gabriel, however, was wise to what was really happening. We adults were so naive. He kept his wisdom to himself as he pretented to play. All the while keeping a close eye on the dark shadows.
First thing this morning I received a call at work. It was from Gabriel. He wanted to tell me about the power going out. It was all he had talked about since waking up. He quickly informed me of what he knew to be the truth. It was no accident. "Daddy, last night...when the power...the power went out because of the Ninjas knocked it out." It was the Ninjas all along!
That's my boy!!