Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Please Stay 4....




Overheard in van today:

K: "Did you know the praying mantis girls eat the praying mantis boys?"

N: "I SAW a praying mantis at our friends' house! But it didn't have a big belly. It was like a green stick. Yeah, that praying mantis was a boy. Because I didn't see any eyelashes on him."




Comment on a very quiet passing of gas:


N: "Welp, that wasn't a real poot. That was a whisper poot." 


Friday, September 9, 2011

A Weekend With Friends


We went to Charlotte a few weekends ago to visit our friends the Kulps. (actually, since I am finishing this post in September, it was now 2 months ago. To the day.) We love them and love their girls. Mary came in November last year to meet Thomas and the girls had a great time playing and discovering their likes and dislikes. This photo sums up the trip, and the personalities:




This summer was a quick trip, but Ryan was able to join us, and we were even there on a weekend that Dave was preaching. I am very thankful for the opportunity to have seen him preach in several different churches and life stages, especially in light of the journey that God has taken the Kulps on in their marriage. When Mary and I became friends the Fall of 1997, I would have never guessed our kids would be pen pals and playmates. I am, again, thankful for such a gift in her and her family. 



Camilla and Nancy. Nan's trying to help Camilla be brave to get in the fountains.




Bennett. 




Big girls painting.




Littles play-doughing. Mary has come a loooooong way with this play-doh thing.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Frat Hair

One of our friends told Thomas he has frat hair. This of course sent my imagination careening into a time warp where T is a grown college man in chinos and flip flops with books, no wait! girls on his arms, and it's 11:00pm! and he's just now leaving to go to that party?? Does your mother know what you are doing, young man!? 

Have mercy. This boy may be the one that does me in. In the meantime, the hair stays. You wouldn't cut this mop, would you?



Morning frat hair.





After bath frat hair.



 High humidity frat hair.



 Slept-on-my-face frat hair.