Archive for February, 2016

Out of the Woods

29 February, 2016

My song of the now: Ms. Taylor Swift’s “Out of the woods”.

 

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Birthday for Mr Cuddles

26 February, 2016

I spent the day with MrCuddles at his school. I am always amazed at how a teacher can keep twenty students on task, much better than I can with my three children, or I could with six soccer players.

I played with the kids at recess, freeze-tag, four-square, jumprope…so, yay, exercise.

I hope I wasn’t too much in the way, or too much of a distraction. I helped a bit with math, and writing,…and showed his table how to make strips of paper curly for a craft. For his celebrated birthday time, the other students shouted out seven adjectives to describe him: healthy, kind, happy, cute, great helper, nice, super, special. They sang HappyBirthday, and did sign language version of the song too.

After school…the childrens wanted to go to the playground to play with their friends. Then to RedRobin for MrC dinner…but he didn’t want the ice-cream there, he wanted a banana-split from BaskenRobbins.

Then, basketball practices for MrG & MsS.

Me and MsS hid his birthday presents in the laundry…and I told him he had to put away clothes to get his presents. He protested a tiny bit, but was surprised and happy. Especially that his siblings got him cars that he was REALLY wanting just the other day. Me & MyBetterHalf got him art supplies.

Birthday party day

20 February, 2016

This morning, MrCuddles, grinning, woke me up, “hi Papa. Do you have something to say to me? Happy….” And he waited. Oh yeah, Happy Party Day!

He invited friends over for a Seahawks themed party. And me, and the children’s thought up some fun games, based off of football, for the party-goers to do. We tested them out to, to make sure we could explain to each other, and then would be able to demonstrate to MrC’s friends. MsS really got into it, and drew up a play, with instructions, diagrams, and a key/legend. MrGrunty assured me he would go easy on the little kids, but medium on the bigger kids. They kept playing the games* after we tested them, so I knew the games would be a hit and I would get Good-Dad-Points.

Party time…they started just playing freeze tag. Later I asked…no, MrC didn’t want to do the games. Later? No. They were just running and playing and having fun. They did paint figurines, bash a piñata, eat pizza and watch Minions movie.

Then slumber party. They were using teamwork to stay awake. One boy would make a noise, and then other five would march out of the room to tell. Eventually I split the six boys up into pairs in different rooms… And finally, by ten, I think most of them were asleep.

*I’m happy aboot that, because I’m trying to minimize their screen time, and the first hour MrG throws a fit (“I thought you loved me!”) and then, he’ll play and have fun with his siblings, after wailing, then pouting, then being bored.

Kung Fu Panda 3

20 February, 2016

The other day, I took the childrens to see Mr. Jack Black’s “Kung Fu Panda 3”

We all enjoyed it.
I was even a bit inspired “if you only do what you can do, then you’ll never be better than who you are”

I especially liked Po after his first day of teaching, “I was terrible! I’m never doing that again!!”
“Embarrassing your self, or teaching?”

Sermon

12 February, 2016

Yestershift, someone posted a photo of someone with dozens of facial piercings with the caption “one word to describe”.  People wrote things like: ow, insecure, unemployable, scary. My brother wrote “human”. And that’s one of the best sermons I’ve ever seen.

 

 

groundhog’s day

4 February, 2016

yeah, yeah, I know… Ground Hog’s Day was earlier. And, you pro’lly know, I was baptized on GroundHog’s Day back in the 80s.  I think I was ten. I could pro’lly look it up, but, I’m lazy, and I have a Sophie-kitty on my lap. Back then, for some reason I was curious, and asking questions, and one of the Elders of our congregation would visit me (and my parents) weekly, and we worked through a book about Jesus, and Baptism, and I remember, sitting at the table one night, crying, telling them I wanted to be baptized and be saved by Jesus. My Dad was the one who baptized me, which is cool. Full immersion, because srsly…a few drops of water on the forehead is not the reason John The Baptist was at the River Jordan.  I was WAY to young to know what I was getting into. (But really, who among us really knows what they are getting into when they volunteer for a life changing event, such as marriage, children, military…)

Did I say “life changing”… hmmm… maybe that’s not the proper word for me to use about my Baptism. I didn’t change. I was still the same kid. But I believed that NOW, since I was baptized, I was saved.

Now… I’m still the same old shit-head I’ve always been. Well, I haven’t always been old, but you know what I mean. And actually, I laugh thinking back on it, I knew nothing of sin and temptation.  Now, I don’t believe that my salvation is due to me participating in an ancient Jewish purification rite. I don’t believe that God will say to anyone, “oh, too bad, you should have been Baptized, say “hi” to Lucifer, because that’s where you’re spending the Afterlife.”  Now, personally, I view Baptism as a “yes, I am part of this community of Christians”. Yes, it’s a Holy Sacrament. But it’s not a prerequisite to Paradise.