Moving along

Another day, another change. Seems like we learn something new everyday doesn't it? If you want to or not, life is going to teach you something with every new day. That is a wonderful thing to have happen to us. It keeps the mundane from setting in and gives our lives purpose and hope. Now most of us refuse to learn anything or to notice the lesson for the day so unfortunately we may be doomed to repeat it. I don't like reruns on the T.V. or leftovers in the fridge so I assure you that I do not want to repeat any lesson that I had to learn, I don't know about you but I am a once is enough kind of person. Now before you think I am getting all philosophical let me assure this is just a bunch of rambling that has no point or direction so please do not get your hopes up. I am actually done with that train of thought. Moving on.

We took the family and some friends to the park yesterday and had some lunch and some discussion about life and let the kids play. The wind was whipping like crazy so lunch was a full contact sport just keeping plates and food on the table. We had a couple of casualties but for the most part everyone got fed and then went off to play or talk. Baelin had a blast but was wind burn by that evening, as were the rest of us. We did find a new trait during this romp at the park. We figured out that she knows what "No" means and we also figured out that it is not something she likes to hear. Strange....my other two girls suffer from the same affliction. When we would catch her doing something wrong she would turn around look us dead in the eye and stare at us for a moment as if we were crazy. Then we would sternly repeat "No" and she would start yelling at us in some 2 year old profanity and start hitting at her head. If she had anything in her hand she would throw it, careful to throw only one item at a time for added effect. After some more yelling at us she would get real quite, look at you and give up. A smile would break out on her face immediately following this display of disapproval and she would laugh and pick up whatever she had thrown and try to do whatever it was once again and then we would repeat this process before she would bebop back to you smiling and laughing. I am sure this affliction will pass by all my girls in the next 12 - 18 years but I am just being optimistic I am sure.

The other adventure I had on this same day was a little more exciting. I took Bax, Blaise and Baielin with me along with a friend of theirs to the park a bit early and everyone else met us later. On my arrival I told the kids to take off and get to playing just to stay out of the creek that ran through the park and stay within sight. I had Baelin in my arms and a couple of drinks to carry to the table where the feast was going to partake moments later. The kids had made it to the other side of the creek and were on the swings at the farthest point that they could be on by the time I got to the table. I immediately heard this familiar voice screaming for help! I turned to look and saw my middle child Blaise bent over doing the pee hold and falling to her knees. I knew this could be only one of two things. She got hurt some how or she got too excited trying to run and keep up with the other kids that she did not take the time to notice she had to pee really bad. My8 deductive skills are awesome are they not? I could not just take off running to her because I still had Baelin in my arms so I just kept yelling to calm down while I made my way to her. When I go there she was crying and doing the pee pee hold saying that she had wet her panties just a little bit and had to go the the bathroom, which was on the side of the park that I had just came from. I had no change of clothes and was 20 miles from home with no intentions of going back there until late that night. She had soaked just her panties pretty good but it had not made it to her jeans. Lucky me! I had an idea...I told her to stand real still and I unbuttoned the front of her pants and ripped her panties down both side so that I could pull them off of her without exposing her to the many people at the park who I realized had made their way into that area when she went to screaming help. So once they figured out I was the dad they started to filter away but they did do a lot of pointing at me. When I tore her panties she got really mad at me as if they were her best friend in the world. She got louder when I did this screaming not to tear her panties and I did get a bit nervous about what others were thinking but I managed to get them off get her on her feet and walk her and the rest of them to the restroom to clean up and go potty. I tossed the soiled piece of clothing in the garbage which made her cry again and then after she got to use the potty she was all better saying that at least she did not get her pants wet and "whew that was a close one daddy!" So back to playing they went. I thought all was cool but as soon as mommy arrived at the park she took off running to mommy and started telling her how daddy ripped her panties off and that they were her favorite. She failed to mention that she had gotten them wet. I had to explain my reasons once she got to me. I am not sure what the Lord is trying to tell me here recently with the by products of my children but I hope that I have learned all I need to. The rest of the day was fun and without any other bodily fluid event until later that evening.

After church I stayed behind to clean up the pre-shool and get things put up before going home. Blaise stayed with me and Jami took the other two home. I was about to walk out the door when someone come running in to find me saying that Jesus had just fell off the cross. We have a passion play that the many talented people of our church put on. It is a live outdoor production with a cast of 50 or more I think. Jesus is raised up on a pulley system to the top of a cross that is 15 foot off the ground. Last night during dress rehearsal the pulley came apart and he rode the lift down and was jarred onto the ground and bounced off with the t part of the cross still attached to his arms. Not to mention it was cold outside and he had only the loin cloth on. We rushed to his side and did the medical thing that we are trained to do and got him off to the hospital. Praise God he only had a small fracture on his back that will heal on it's own and they let him go home today. So today I tracked down a fall arrest cable to put on the pulley to keep that from happening again. The passion starts tonight and goes every night til Friday. The three men on the cross will be in little clothing and tonight it will be getting down to 30 degrees. They did the same last year and I applaud them for sticking it out and toughing through the cold to make this happen. We had several hundred a night last year and they are hoping to double it this year. It is free of charge and right on the side of the interstate so many passer-bys see it and return to finish watching it. It will be wild to see how many people attend tonight.

When I went back into the church to get Blaise she was pacing back and forth in the hallway saying "Oh Lord, who is going to play Jesus, he has fallen. Oh Lord who can be Jesus now, I hope he's not dead!?" It was funny to watch her concern for this play at 4 years of age. I assured her Jesus was alive and well and the play would continue as planned. She is the funniest little thing I get to hang around. She takes after her daddy quite a lot. Poor thing. Well that is all I have to add for now. We hope you all are doing well and we talk to you next

time.