I heard it from the living room. It was clanging around inside the dryer. It would bang, then roll, then go silent for a few seconds as it got swept up into the clothes. A few seconds later it would find the drum again and make a clattering noise for several seconds before once again being thrown into the midst of the clothes.
I thought it would be a great opportunity to teach Chloe about praying. To pray anywhere, at any time, no matter what the need.
A couple months ago Chloe, Cole and I got in the van and started on our way. As we pulled out of the neighborhood, I turned left instead of right. Chloe noticed the difference in our direction. "Are we going to school?" she asked.
Amy has been in Texas visiting her family this week while I stayed home with the kids. She was going to be gone during the Fourth of July, but I was determined that we would still enjoy the day's festivities.
Chloe's come up with a new declaration. I guess in her mind, it's more of an explanation. Lately, she's discovered that she lacks certain things. These things are not necessary to health or survival, though. She has a roof over her head, she has a bed to sleep in, she has food to eat. So it's not like she's lacking in the basic necessities of life. But if you ask her ... The other day ...
Chloe and Cole have begun blaming each other for every little thing that happens around the house. "Who's making that noise?" I asked them one night. "Chloe is," Cole responded.
Chloe has this thing now where she likes to kiss the top of my head. One recent morning I took her to school, sat her down at the breakfast table and waited with her until she was served.
We went to Florida for a family vacation. We packed the van with literally everything but the kitchen sink - and if we could have found a way to pack that, we probably would have.
I've had a little bit of back trouble since I was a teenager. It's nothing serious, but every once in a while it'll go out on me. I can usually get it to go back in place, but sometimes it's a little ... stubborn.
Chloe's come up with a new declaration. I guess in her mind, it's more of an explanation. Lately, she's discovered that she lacks certain things. These things are not necessary to health or survival, though.
We were on vacation at the beach last summer and went swimming at the hotel's swimming pool. I don't know about you, but there seems to be something wrong with that. If you're at the beach, why are you swimming in a pool? In spite of the warped logic, that's where we were.
Chloe and Cole got into an exchange of words. Somewhere along the way, Chloe said something very hurtful to Cole. I could tell he was on the verge of tears.
"Nothing in life is free," my mother once told me. To a 7-year-old boy, this didn't make much sense. After all, I had plenty of things that I'd never paid for. Surely there had to be something in life that was totally without cost. So I wracked my brain to come up with it.
When I was 19 years old, I injured my ankle. Badly. I was playing volleyball in someone's backyard without any shoes on (much to the consternation of my mother). I came down wrong, turned my ankle over and heard a loud "pop."
One day I took a walk with Chloe and Cole. Cole loves his big sister, and expressed an interest for her to walk with him. In response, Chloe sped up and walked ahead, leaving Cole behind.
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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