The code
“We lost Spencer.” “How did we lose him? This is Hobby Lobby.” “I dunno. I’ll just follow the code.”
Author: scott
A few years later..
What a difference a few years makes. The journey continues with the kids having sharper wits, sharper intellects, and definitely a sharper clarity on life, love and family. Today they are listening to “From Now…
Enter the boy…
An interesting trend is emerging as the boy gets older. His quick wit and sarcasm are becoming a force for his sisters to overcome. Complaining that her camp buddy defied the buddy system and left…
The parable of the talents, sort of…
“Dad, I don’t know why or how, but sometimes I can just draw things really well” said the red head. “That’s because drawing is one of your talents” dad responded. “My talents?” she asked. The…
Language Lessons
Recently the girls were lamenting the fact that they could not stay and watch a movie at a swim club party. “Mom, why can’t we stay and watch?” “Well, there’s just some language in the…
Questions, questions
5 minutes. 3 kids. Infinite question possibilities. Take for example the following questions, asked by the redhead. The format was: 1.) Ask question. 2.) Pause ever so briefly for the answer. When the answer is…
Career Day just doesn’t get any better than this. . .
“Dad, do you know what I want to be when I grow up?” the red-headed girl asked me during the pool-side chat. “What’s that dear?” “A vulcanologist!” she replied. “You want to study volcanoes?” I…
What the Pilgrims learned, revisionist version.
“That’s right buddy, the pilgrims learned to grow corn from the Indians.” “They did!?! What else did they grow?” “All sorts of things! They grew corn, wheat, beans and tabasco.” “They did!?! Wow!” “Yeah, except…
Processing, or attempting to. . .
This summer has been incredible. I really don’t know how else to describe it yet. It was a good summer, but it was not without its difficulties. One might say that often times in life…
Did Pele start this way?
“How was your first day at soccer practice?” Mom asked. “Great. We jiggled through the noses.” the boy replied. “I think he means he dribbled through the cones” I clarified as the boy ran down…