Showing posts with label Signs in John. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Signs in John. Show all posts

March 2, 2013

If Only You Had Been Here


Saturday was Simeon’s 4th birthday. As he was opening presents I found many of the gifts he received to be somewhat familiar. He received Leonardo, the leader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles a TV show I watched faithfully as a child resurrected for today’s child. Likewise he received a transformer named Wreckgar, a familiar albeit slightly modified version from the transformers I watched as a child. Another resurrected children’s toy. I will be honest since Meghan will rat me out anyway, I still watch transformers from time to time, I am a big fan of their most recent adaptations actually.

February 21, 2013

Born This Way

My children were both born bald. Our third (and final) child who should arrive in a few weeks will likely also be bald.

One day they will love me for posting photos of them on-line but here they are;

February 12, 2013

In The Middle Of The Lake At Night

One day a photographer for a national magazine was assigned to get photos of a large and devastating forest fire. Smoke at the scene hampered him and he asked his home office to hire a plane. Once the arrangements were made he was told to go at once to a nearby airport, where the plane would be waiting. When he arrived at the airport, he saw that a plane was warming up near the runway. He head over the plane as quickly as he could, jumped in with equipment in hand and frantically yelled, "Let’s go! Let’s go!" 

January 28, 2013

You Never Had A Friend Like Me

My favorite Disney movie is Aladdin. I like the story line, the music, the setting, and the characters. Jafar even is is my favorite Disney villain with Ursula the sea witch a very close second. There is something about his dark sinister voice that I have always liked.

January 22, 2013

God You're Doing What?

There is an on going conversation in my house right now. It takes different forms but it sounds a lot like this; 'Please pick up your X and Y'. Meaning please pick up your coat and hang it up. Or please pick up your boats and put them on the shoe rack. Or please pick up your dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I suspect anyone who is married with children finds that they have these same conversations.

January 14, 2013

A Fathers Desperate Plea

I was excited to see my son enjoy Christmas this year. At 3 and a half he is at a great age for it.

The lead up to Christmas was so exciting for him. We had an elf on the shelf, presents under the tree, an Advent calendar/truck that hid chocolates, candies, and even tiny toys. To top it all off we even had a wonderful Christmas Eve celebration with both family and church. He was excited.