Know what I love about Saturdays? Naptime. Today when I was getting Chloe into bed, she asked me, "Daddy where are we going when we wake up from nap?" I told her we weren't going anywhere, but that we were going to stay at the house. "Are Cole and I going to go outside later?" "I guess you can. But right now you need to go to sleep." "Where are ...
"For hours" is Chloe's new saying when she's bored. She uses the phrase in the following contexts: "We've been driving for hours." "We've been watching this movie for hours" (depending on what the movie's about, I may actually agree with her assessment).
Chloe and Cole are not very good at hide and seek. We played the game in the house the other day. I told them to go hide somewhere and I would be "it." I told them I would count to 20, then come looking for them. If I found them, I won. If I didn't find them, they won.
I think that one of these days, Chloe and Cole are going to grow up and seek careers in law enforcement. Why do I think this? Because they demonstrate a heightened sense of justice? Because of their desire to see wrongs righted?
One night at the dinner table, I watched Cole eat. He scooped up some sweet potatoes and placed them on top of a nacho cheese Dorito. Then he ate it.
Cole came to me crying. This in itself is not unusual. Cole cries at a lot of things. If he gets in trouble. If Chloe says or does something mean to him. When he has to go to bed.
This Christmas, I've been a man on a mission. When I was a child, Christmas was one of my favorite times of the year. I have many happy memories tied to the holiday.
I was standing at the deli counter in a local grocery store, waiting my turn. Cole was with me and I was holding him in my arms. I leaned forward to give him a kiss on his little cheek. His cheek tasted so good, I gave him another kiss. And another. And another.
We went shopping while it was raining. I got out of the van, opened my umbrella and held it so Chloe and Cole could get out. Together we walked toward the store's entrance, timing our steps so that we all stayed under the umbrella together.
"Get your feet down, Chloe." I probably say that 10 times every time we're riding in the van. Chloe's car seat sits directly behind the front passenger's seat. On the back of the passenger's seat is a handhold. Chloe's learned that if she stretches her legs straight out in front of her, she can put her feet on it. You may wonder what the big deal is. Well, when Chloe puts her feet on the ...
For several weeks she'd been so close. She knew what sin was, she knew that it separated us from God and she knew that Jesus came to die for our sins. Yet she hadn't quite made the connection between Jesus dying for our sins and us needing to personally accept his sacrifice - and him as savior - in order to receive that forgiveness.
For several weeks she'd been so close. She knew what sin was, she knew that it separated us from God and she knew that Jesus came to die for our sins. Yet she hadn't quite made the connection between Jesus dying for our sins and us needing to personally accept his sacrifice - and him as savior - in order to receive that forgiveness.
We were visiting Amy's family in Texas. The girls had a sleepover at Amy's sister's place, leaving the men folk to fend for ourselves. We hunted down and killed our own dinner (we ordered a pizza). Then we sat around the campfire (the TV) and told stories of past hunts and tribal victories (we watched a movie). Then we all lay down and went to sleep in our various beds.
Cole had three plastic action figures. Chloe wanted them, but Cole had them first. As any lawyer will tell you, possession is 9/10ths of the law. However, to broker peace in the household, I asked Cole to share one of them with Chloe.
The other day, Cole got in trouble for climbing over the armrest and flopping onto the couch. When I got onto him he got upset with me. "I'm going to hide from you!" he yelled.
The front door of our church doesn't have a doorknob. Instead, it has a handle with a small thumb latch above it. To open the door, you have to depress the thumb latch until it clicks and pull. That's all. Easy, right?
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