Randoms

Our craft class at church decided to get a jump on Easter gifts for the old folks home, instead of waiting until the last minute the day before things were to be delivered (as happened with Valentines).

On Monday, several of us met to paint eggs.

They looked so pretty where we set them up to dry, that I was bummed I didn't have my camera along with me.

So, at AWANA last night, I had the presence of mind to both bring my camera and remember to go get the desired photo.

It was a win-win night for me last night, I'm telling you.

The problem is, one of the men who works in the group that meets in the fellowship hall 'caught' me leaning in for close ups on the curious little shelf between the microwave and the refrigerator, and looked at me like I'd sprouted a third eye.

Don't worry, Dan. I know it looked odd, but...

Oh, nevermind.

It's hard to explain to some folks why we bloggers do the things we do.

Here they are...my preeeeetties.





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Judah recently attended the 5th birthday party of his friends, known affectionately around these parts as "The Twins".

Their mother had the genius idea to get a cardboard toy house as one of their birthday gifts and let the party guests go to town with fingerpaints all over it.

It was a beautiful thing, and kept the kids happily occupied for quite some time.

The best part is that the twins will be able to play in this work of art for weeks to come.

While there, Judah mixed the colors on his palette all by himself and remarked, "I maked teaow, mama."



And indeed he had.

The boy knows color. Especially since his older brother is a particular fan of Teal.



He also brought a craft home from AWANA last night.

"My dino is cam-o-fwa-thsjhe"



And indeed it was.

As were his hands and shirt by the time all was said and done.

In the gushing words of Tour Guide Barbie from Toy Story 2, "He's going to be an artist"

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On the way home from Bible study yesterday morning, Judah must have been feeling a bit hungry.

"I can't wait for spwring!" he says kind of out of nowhere.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Because I can't wait to get a goat and some wlittle chicken nuggets."

He meant chicks.

And it was an idea that isn't yet set it stone, but let me tell you, this boy is pushing for it.

Sucker that I am, I wanted to run out and get them for him right away.

I'm happy to say that I restrained that impulse, and instead took him out for chicken nuggets.

We'll deal with the cold hard reality of just where chicken comes from at a later date.

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Lest anyone think I don't give fair 'coverage' to our other son, I give you this:



Oh, the blood, sweat and tears that I the boy went through to earn this score on his big writing assignment at school.

(Mom, you remember the agony of those nights when I was in Mr. Falcocchio's class writing up my State report? Well, NOW I understand. And appreciate alllllll that it took for you to help set me on a path to legible, coherent writing.)

One of the reasons I don't post much about Jericho anymore is that I don't want to embarrass him.

The poor kid is currently stuck in that awkward stage of life known as puberty.

Some folks in my life insist on pronouncing it (Poo-ber-ty), but I prefer the (pew-ber-ty) pronunciation. Either way, puberty stinks.

Christian comedian Daren Streblow had it right by comparing it to the "larvae stage of life".

It's a painful place to be, stuck in the murky waters between boy and man.

Especially when he can't help that his voice sounds a little like the neighing of a horse when he yells at his brother, "HEeeeEeEeeeEyyYyyy!...giIIiiIive that baAaAck!

Those vowel sounds are killer.

However, I couldn't resist the following, and told him it was fair game for "the blog".

While working in my craft room one afternoon, I heard some huffing and puffing sounds coming from the kitchen. I peeked out the door and witnessed this:



Some kid laying down all kinds of strange Ninja moves on an invisible opponet using a plastic lettuce knife.

He looked a bit sheepish when he heard the shutter clicking on my camera. "WeEeEEel...at leeEeast I'm using my IiiIimagination!"

Yeah, but could you please leave kitchen utensils in their drawer? We don't need any more trips to the ER.

But, as my grandma always used to say, "This, too, shall pass."