Saturday, 24 October 2009
Monday, 16 February 2009
Taggity Tag - I'm It
I've been tagged by my good friend Cindy Beck to offer up 25 random thoughts (though I only counted ten on her post). Well, here goes.
1) What sound does a flying hamster make when he meets the wall at 1:00 in the morning? "Thunk!"
2) Why does the baby diaper bomb always seem to go off when you're in one of the following situations:
4) As we were driving through Scotland a couple of years ago, my then four year old piped up and said she was hungry. Being in a somewhat facetious mood, I responded, why don't you eat a toe jam sandwich (she had a massive fixation with toe jam at the time). She didn't hesitate to respond. "Daddy," she said in a matter of fact tone, "I don't like toe jam to eat it, I like to jam to pick it!"
5) What would you do in the following situation? It was time for my three year old to go to bed. Already, by that young age, she was a professional in the art of delay. All parents have been there. "It's time to go to bed now" Mommy (or Daddy) said. "Mommy, I need to go potty," or "Daddy, I need a drink," or "Just one more story." The list could go on forever.
This time it was a "Daddy I need to go potty," night. Our daughter went into the bathroom and proceeded to do her duty. All the while she was singing. After a few minutes I said, "Sweetheart, are you almost through?" "Just about." More singing. After a few more minutes, "Sweetheart, you need to hurry, its time to go to bed." "I'm almost through Daddy." More singing. Daddy lost his patience. I opened the door, only to see my daughter sitting on the pot, relaxed and swinging here legs back and forth like she had all the time in the world. "Sweetheart! It's time to be done! It's time for bed." Without warning, she turned her head, looked up at me, and in the most grown up voice a three year old can muster she responded, "Okay, you grumpy, old man!"
What would you do? I'll tell you what I did. I shut the door. Went into my bedroom, and buried my face in a pillow to stifle my raucous laughter.
6) How does a two-year old take a small bowl of pudding and spread it out on the wall in such a way as to make it look she used a whole pot?
7) Why do little boy's feet smell like pickles after running around in leather shoes all day with no socks on?
8) How does a small dog manage to eat a whole can of dog food in one bite?
9) Why was orange shag carpet (or shag carpet in general) ever popular?
10) Are all children doomed to attempt cutting their hair at least once?
Okay. I'm taking a page from Cindy's book. Dain Bramage has already set in and my cold laiden brain can't think anymore.
Sadly, most of the people in my blog links have already been tagged so I don't have anyone to tag right now. I'll come back tomorrow and tag someone.
1) What sound does a flying hamster make when he meets the wall at 1:00 in the morning? "Thunk!"
2) Why does the baby diaper bomb always seem to go off when you're in one of the following situations:
- right as your heading out the door
- the one occasion when you forgot and left the diaper bag with the diapers, wipes, extra clothes, etc., sitting on the kitchen table as you left to go to church
- when your wife, after years of not buying anything new for herself, finally finds that perfect new dress and wears it the first time
4) As we were driving through Scotland a couple of years ago, my then four year old piped up and said she was hungry. Being in a somewhat facetious mood, I responded, why don't you eat a toe jam sandwich (she had a massive fixation with toe jam at the time). She didn't hesitate to respond. "Daddy," she said in a matter of fact tone, "I don't like toe jam to eat it, I like to jam to pick it!"
5) What would you do in the following situation? It was time for my three year old to go to bed. Already, by that young age, she was a professional in the art of delay. All parents have been there. "It's time to go to bed now" Mommy (or Daddy) said. "Mommy, I need to go potty," or "Daddy, I need a drink," or "Just one more story." The list could go on forever.
This time it was a "Daddy I need to go potty," night. Our daughter went into the bathroom and proceeded to do her duty. All the while she was singing. After a few minutes I said, "Sweetheart, are you almost through?" "Just about." More singing. After a few more minutes, "Sweetheart, you need to hurry, its time to go to bed." "I'm almost through Daddy." More singing. Daddy lost his patience. I opened the door, only to see my daughter sitting on the pot, relaxed and swinging here legs back and forth like she had all the time in the world. "Sweetheart! It's time to be done! It's time for bed." Without warning, she turned her head, looked up at me, and in the most grown up voice a three year old can muster she responded, "Okay, you grumpy, old man!"
What would you do? I'll tell you what I did. I shut the door. Went into my bedroom, and buried my face in a pillow to stifle my raucous laughter.
6) How does a two-year old take a small bowl of pudding and spread it out on the wall in such a way as to make it look she used a whole pot?
7) Why do little boy's feet smell like pickles after running around in leather shoes all day with no socks on?
8) How does a small dog manage to eat a whole can of dog food in one bite?
9) Why was orange shag carpet (or shag carpet in general) ever popular?
10) Are all children doomed to attempt cutting their hair at least once?
Okay. I'm taking a page from Cindy's book. Dain Bramage has already set in and my cold laiden brain can't think anymore.
Sadly, most of the people in my blog links have already been tagged so I don't have anyone to tag right now. I'll come back tomorrow and tag someone.
Friday, 19 December 2008
"Squishy Pants" Picture Book Contest
Lori Conger, a wonderful mother and the author of the children's picture book "Squishy Pants," is having a contest for a free copy of her book. I invite you to go to her blog, Making Motherhood Memorable to get the official contest rules and read the wonderful articles she's written. Though her focus is on motherhood, as a father of four I could totally relate to much of what she shares. In fact, with some of her blogs submissions, I could have sworn she had hidden a camera at my house. Take the time to visit her site. You'll be glad you did.
Sunday, 26 October 2008
New Blog
I've created a new blog - raisethetitleofliberty.blogspot.com. All my articles about protecting marriage have been moved to that blog.
This blog will be more dedicated to my personal ramblings.
Randy
This blog will be more dedicated to my personal ramblings.
Randy
Saturday, 28 June 2008
The Touch of The Master's Hand
My entry today will be short. I'm have so many sweet experiences this week. I can't write about them all though. I do however, want to take a couple of minutes and share some feelings I've had in my heart.
I've been thinking a lot this week about the phrase "the touch of the master's hand." Many of us have heard the poem with that title about how the old violin came to life under the touch of the master's hand. In this case the master is a superb violinist. We've also heard the follow on poem about the touch of another master's hand--the Master, meaning Christ. It is his touch I've been contemplating.
I've felt the Master's touch this week. I've felt it through the hand of my eighteen month old son. I couldn't understand where he wanted to go the other morning. I finally said, "show me, my Joey boy, where you want to go." To my amazement, he reached up with his tiny hand and took two of my fingers. With my fingers in tow, he lead me through the kitchen, to the hallway, and all the way up the stairs to our bedroom door. I opened the door, and he made a beeline straight to mommy.
You may be thinking, "Okay, what's so special about that?" Nothing really, except the feeling that came with him leading me. I couldn't help thinking of the phrase, "and a little child shall lead them." My heart warmed within me with that thought. Then another thought came about how sometimes Heavenly Father, though he always understands what we want or need, sometimes asks us, "what do you want me to do for you?", as he did with the brother of Jared. That thought was an answer to a prayer for me as I had been praying a lot about some important career decisions. I felt as if the Lord was saying the same thing to me--that he wanted me to show him where I want to go, and, like I was there to open the door for my boy, he will be there to open the door (or doors) for me. When these thoughts filled my mind, a calming peace, like a warm caress from heaven, settled over me and I knew what I need to do.
My heart was full of gratitude as I was reminded once again of God's awareness of me and of my and my family's needs.
It's late now, and my entry isn't short like I said it would be. Stay tuned for more, as I still have lots to say on the subject.
I've been thinking a lot this week about the phrase "the touch of the master's hand." Many of us have heard the poem with that title about how the old violin came to life under the touch of the master's hand. In this case the master is a superb violinist. We've also heard the follow on poem about the touch of another master's hand--the Master, meaning Christ. It is his touch I've been contemplating.
I've felt the Master's touch this week. I've felt it through the hand of my eighteen month old son. I couldn't understand where he wanted to go the other morning. I finally said, "show me, my Joey boy, where you want to go." To my amazement, he reached up with his tiny hand and took two of my fingers. With my fingers in tow, he lead me through the kitchen, to the hallway, and all the way up the stairs to our bedroom door. I opened the door, and he made a beeline straight to mommy.
You may be thinking, "Okay, what's so special about that?" Nothing really, except the feeling that came with him leading me. I couldn't help thinking of the phrase, "and a little child shall lead them." My heart warmed within me with that thought. Then another thought came about how sometimes Heavenly Father, though he always understands what we want or need, sometimes asks us, "what do you want me to do for you?", as he did with the brother of Jared. That thought was an answer to a prayer for me as I had been praying a lot about some important career decisions. I felt as if the Lord was saying the same thing to me--that he wanted me to show him where I want to go, and, like I was there to open the door for my boy, he will be there to open the door (or doors) for me. When these thoughts filled my mind, a calming peace, like a warm caress from heaven, settled over me and I knew what I need to do.
My heart was full of gratitude as I was reminded once again of God's awareness of me and of my and my family's needs.
It's late now, and my entry isn't short like I said it would be. Stay tuned for more, as I still have lots to say on the subject.
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