It is time for another edition of The Lego Jar. This week we enjoy more cardboard. And, well, why not?
Honestly, I don’t really like Halloween. I know that makes me the Ebenezer Scrooge of Halloween, but that is alright with me. We don’t do anything to celebrate, except go to the store and buy the leftover candy. That reminds me of something I need to do. Anyway, the schools do things and our kids participate in those things. This year my oldest son was a robot. The other kids also made their own robots just for fun.
The robot impostorThe real robot
The school had a vocabulary parade. My son was with another kid and their word was “partnership.” I didn’t get the whole robot thing and I guess neither did his friend, since he came as a construction worker. Whoops! They made it happen, though.
My 5-year-old went as Mike Mcarthy, the Packers’ head coach. That brings a tear to me eye, as I know it does yours.
Coach
They also did a parade, but it was through the halls of the school. It was cute.
My daughter enjoyed the cardboard boxes again. This time it was the robot that she was climbing into. She was very proud of herself.
“enough pictures dad”
Last Saturday my two older boys went with me to help someone move. This was prior to the storm that was coming, so they were talking about the storm and other things. Somewhere along the way I heard this:
“I lived in Minnesota, but you didn’t.”
“No, I was in mommy’s tummy when we moved.”
“Hey dad, how did I get in mommy’s tummy? How did I grow? I didn’t eat vegetables.”
I went into question mode and asked them how they thought it happened.
“Maybe God does it. God makes things grow, right dad.”
I liked his answer, so we stuck with that. I did encourage them to ask their mother about it.
Well, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. This week’s Lego Jar is brought to you by turkeys of all shapes and sizes.
My week has been somewhat random, so I thought for Saturday’s post I would make a few observations about my life this week. Consider this as not just something different, but a glimpse into my mind.
1- According to my 7-year-old son, I am cool. If you don’t believe me, read the card I posted here. I don’t know when the cool factor wears off, but I do know that every day when I get home I am greeted by three kids. Yes, I have four, but one of them is just a baby and can’t walk yet. I love the enthusiastic welcome I receive when I get home each day.
2- Our weekly trip to the grocery store amounted to my 4-year-old finding an old piece of gummy candy and a different piece of newer candy that he was going to eat. He also managed to find a burrito under the freezer. It had apparently fallen out and he was going to put it back in to be, you know, helpful. Sorry to the person who buys that burrito. As a side note, he also managed to convince me that he needed chap stick. I obliged since it was only 88 cents, not the $15 for the underwater camera he wanted last time.
3- I learned some parenting skills from a couple I saw at Children’s Hospital this week. They were in the waiting room with me. Mom spent her time looking at her smart phone, insisting that her son watch the Disney Junior Mickey Mouse Clubhouse marathon. The son, maybe 3 years old, was not going to do that. He wanted to explore the place and see the world. For whatever reason, dad leaves mom to tend to the boy. The boy runs down the hall and mom slowly gets up and stands by the doorway. Her method for getting him was to stand there and sigh loudly. I was reading a book, but I figured this was getting good, so I stopped and watched. He did not come back. So, she raised her voice a little and shouted his name with an extra “get back here now!” at the end. He came back, but soon left again. This happened a few times before dad came back. She proceeded to light dad up for taking so long and passes the kid off to him. She goes back to her cell phone and he starts watching Disney Junior as his son takes off down the hall again. It was entertaining for me, but I didn’t finish my book that I needed to.
4- On the way down the elevator that same day was a girl and her mother. This girl was maybe 12 years old and was willing to say whatever was on her mind. I happened to be eating some candy hearts because they are only around for so long. She looks at me and says loudly, “my daddy loves those.” I said, “I love them too.” She says, ” He’s like a big kid.” Mom has been quiet this whole time, as if she has had enough of her daughter’s outbursts. But, when she called her dad a big kid, mom had to chime in. Her response: “That is an understatement.” That was hilarious, even if just for me.
The dirt zone
5- This winter has been mild, which has meant my kids are filling their pockets with mud. They like to dig in it, so I guess that means that it needs to travel with them. In either case, it is not surprising to dump mud out of a pocket of a jacket. Then there are the bags of rocks that I find in the house. I guess I shouldn’t be shocked at this point.
6- I learned that duct tape comes in a variety of colors and can be somewhat decorative. A student came to youth group with a purse she made completely out of duct tape. It even included a wallet that she also made with duct tape. That is awesome on so many levels.
7- I also learned that the key to a happy family comes from your breakfast! I knew it was the most important meal of the day, but I had no idea of the family value it has.
Well, there you have it. A little glimpse into the things bouncing around in my brain. Pretty exciting stuff, right?
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For those that like series posts, I am starting a new series tomorrow on Bible verses that are used a lot that might be classified as cliché verses. I want to unpack some of them to uncover what they actually mean. It should be fun!
No Throw Aways 