Micahisms

For you who don't know my son Micah, he is a very funny little boy. Here are a couple of things he has said lately that I thought were pretty funny.

• Pointing to his stomach the other day he informed his mother, "my boss said it was time to eat."
• Pastors teach God is powerful and strong... and that he builds bridges and trucks and stuff
• If Santa Claus doesn't come down the chimney, will he break a window?
• (In his best cowboy voice he says to his sister) Come here little lady
• In Sunday School while standing in front of his class he says, "Now, let me tell you why whales are yucky," and then he tells them about Jonah and the big fish.

NO NO Don't Go

Last Sunday Sarah, the kids, and I went to eat lunch with Paul and Karen at a local Mexican Restaurant. We all ate lunch and were on our way out the door when Micah says, "Dad, I have to go to the bathroom." I'm like, "Ok, can you hold it until we get home?" And he says, "No, I have to go right away." That is what he says if he means business, so I thought it best to take him "right away."

We get into the bathroom, and he asked me if I could go into the stall and he would use the stand up place. I didn't have to go, but I thought I would let him be a big boy and use the urinal. I go into the stall for a minute and I hear a lot of shifting going on so I come back out. Micah had decided he wanted to try something new. Somehow he had managed to hoist himself up on to the urinal to take care of his business.

To say the least, it became a learning moment for both of us.

Pictures from December

Seven Years

Today, Sarah and I have been married seven years. I am very happy that I have such a good wife who loves me and my children so much.

Four Generations of Simpsons

Christmas Pictures

I Did It

Sunday night, when we returned home from drill, we were trying to get the kids ready for bed. I laid Micah's clothes out for him and asked him to change into his PJs. I few minutes later he comes into the living room and announced "I did it!" Sarah and I laughed as we complimented him on his great achievement, but then I asked him if he realized his pants were on inside-out. "Yeah dad," he replied, "but the tag is in the back."

Thanks Mom and Dad

Last Tuesday, I went before my Ordination Counsel. In the Evangelical Free Church, like in many denominations I suppose, it takes many years and a lot of hours of study in order to be ordained.

Well, I passed my Ordination Counsel. To help me celebrate, my parents bought me this picture, which I really enjoy. I thought I would say thanks and show it off.

A Measure of Modesty

After a year of intense training to become proficient at the art of pooping, my three year old son Micah has finally gotten the hang of it, but for some reason, he has gained a sense of modesty. He has recently informed Sarah and I that he would prefer that we not help him while he is trying to poop. I personally have no problem with this, because I have a rather sensitive nose. But I have come to realize that his modesty can be somewhat awkward in public, and let me explain.

He will often ask us to step out of the stall as he is taking care of business. After a minute or two of grunting, groaning, and a flush, I will usually see him open the stall door, pants to his ankles in all his glory, proudly boasting of his accomplishment and asking for help with his pants. I usually just smile at the guy staring at us and say, "that ones mine."

So much for modesty.

My Little Carpenter