Last week they had Father's night at Luke's preschool. Unfortunately, Dail was out of town, so he couldn't go. But, Ms. Kathy had interviewed each of her kids about their Dads prior to that night - and here are Luke's responsews:
1) My Dad's name is Dail
2) He is ?? years old
3) He is 8 feet tall
4) He weighs 40 lbs
5) His favorite color is orange
6) His favorite food is artichokes
7) My Dad likes to play football
8) His favorite sport is football
9) His favorite TV show is pirate shows (?? who knew??)
10) My Dad likes to go to the monster truck show with me
11) He doesn't like "some stuff"
12) I like to go to the monster truck rally with my Dad
13) My dad's occupation is ??
14) At work my Dad works on computers
15) I love my Dad because he takes me to the monster truck shows (do you see a theme?)
So, my artichoke loving, football playing, pirate show watching 8 foot, 40 lb husband is a pretty good Dad!
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Luke and God
I know I don't write on this thing as often as my other blogger friends, but half the time I forget about it, and the other half I am cursing the fact that I have to dial up to get on the darn internet - which leaves me with a slow computer and getting "kicked off" before I get anything started. But, I thought I would write for all 2 of you I think that read my blog!
First of all, if you haven't heard Luke's latest "God" story, I have to tell you...last week Dail's Dad had to spend the night with us while Polly was in the hospital. I told Luke that he needed to let his Papa sleep in his bed, and he could sleep on the floor in his sleeping bag. Well, his sleeping bag was inflatable, until we took it to Nebraska and it was -22 when we arrived - apparently the cold cracked the sleeping bag and it no longer holds air. So, he doesn't want to sleep in it, because he is on the floor within 5 minutes. Anyway - he said his Papa could sleep on the sleeping bag, not him. I explained that Papa is 86 years old, and needs to sleep on a soft bed. He started to throw a fit - and then walked into the other room. He shortly returned and told me he had talked to God about it. I asked him what he meant. He said that he talked to God about the sleeping bag situation, and that God told him he "wouldn't even know the floor was hard or the sleeping bag wasn't soft anymore". Hmm - sounds good to me! Thank you God for that one! He then gladly let his Papa have his bed!
Tonight he and I were "rearranging" his room - at his request. He was just talking about monster trucks, Spiderman, and dinosaurs, his usual things. Then he said "Mommy, did you know that God protects us from evil?" I said, "yes he does." He then said "Do you know how I know that?" Not sure how to respond, I said, "well, why don't you tell me." He said "In church we say 'deliver us from evil' and that's how I know." Yep - that's how the end of the "Our Father" prayer goes - I guess he really does listen in church!!!
First of all, if you haven't heard Luke's latest "God" story, I have to tell you...last week Dail's Dad had to spend the night with us while Polly was in the hospital. I told Luke that he needed to let his Papa sleep in his bed, and he could sleep on the floor in his sleeping bag. Well, his sleeping bag was inflatable, until we took it to Nebraska and it was -22 when we arrived - apparently the cold cracked the sleeping bag and it no longer holds air. So, he doesn't want to sleep in it, because he is on the floor within 5 minutes. Anyway - he said his Papa could sleep on the sleeping bag, not him. I explained that Papa is 86 years old, and needs to sleep on a soft bed. He started to throw a fit - and then walked into the other room. He shortly returned and told me he had talked to God about it. I asked him what he meant. He said that he talked to God about the sleeping bag situation, and that God told him he "wouldn't even know the floor was hard or the sleeping bag wasn't soft anymore". Hmm - sounds good to me! Thank you God for that one! He then gladly let his Papa have his bed!
Tonight he and I were "rearranging" his room - at his request. He was just talking about monster trucks, Spiderman, and dinosaurs, his usual things. Then he said "Mommy, did you know that God protects us from evil?" I said, "yes he does." He then said "Do you know how I know that?" Not sure how to respond, I said, "well, why don't you tell me." He said "In church we say 'deliver us from evil' and that's how I know." Yep - that's how the end of the "Our Father" prayer goes - I guess he really does listen in church!!!
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