On Halloween my boy dressed up as easily the least ferocious lion I’ve ever encountered. Here’s video footage. Be sure to check out the “subtitles” below the video for a running commentary of LB’s running commentary.
Me: Hey LB…
LB: Cheese! (the LED flash on the camera came on).
Me: Me and my lion…
LB: em-tims? (M&Ms)
Me: There’s the candy…
LB: Candy? (repeatedly)
Me: You’ve got the fire…
LB: it’s hot. (that’s my boy)
Yeah, parenthood is pretty dang awesome. If you haven’t checked out our Web Album, there are some great photos over there of Halloween. They are in both the 2010 Album and the Theodore Brooks Meredith Album. Enjoy.
Ever been kicked in the teeth by a children’s Bible?
Image courtesy of The Jesus Storybook BibleI like to put on my game face for my kid. I don’t want him to see daddy redefining the phrase “freak out” because he looked at the bank statement. I want for him to see me quietly trusting God, keeping a smile on my face, and getting the job done of providing for my family. So I didn’t see it coming when I went to tuck him in the other night. Our routine goes something like (1) change into appropriate sleepwear/new diaper, (2) climb onto the toddler bed and read a story from The Jesus Storybook Bible, (3) Sing a mashup of Jesus loves/Twinkle Twinkle Little/Wheels on The Bus, (4) pray, (5) turn out the light.
During stage (2) of the above proceedings, I opened to the story of Jesus preaching in Matthew about the birds and the flowers being provided for. The story brought me to tears as I realized how silly and gospel-starved I am to have forgotten that God is the provider, the author, the sustainer. I am just the steward, and have received the ultimate gift, the ultimate provision (which makes all other “needs” merely bonus by comparison) in Jesus and his perfect life and sacrificial death.
So there I was, blubbering through the story, and LB grabbed my face and looked me in the eye and said “It’s OK, Daddy.”
Another in the long line of videos that prove our son is awesome. Behold, LB the Beatboxer. In between the two beatbox sessions he says “Hey daddy… Hey everybody… Hey LB” as the camera pans past each.”
On this day in 2005, I drove 7 hours with a diamond ring in my pocket to “surprise” the woman of my dreams and propose.
I sang a song I wrote, asked her to marry me, she said yes, and I turned back on the UNC game. It was not nearly as unromantic as it sounds. I had driven 7 hours, and the game was almost over. Didn’t she have people to call and squeal at over the phone? How can I add to that conversation? I held her hand… and watched Tyler Hansbrough’s freshman year unfold tamiflu medicine.
I’d do it all over again, babe (and I’d probably have to be persuaded not to turn the game back on. Just putting that out there).
Happy engagement day. The Japanese drop bombs. I drop diamonds.
I have a proposal (see how I segued from last post with that? Amazing.) for Mike Rowe of “Dirty Jobs” fame. He needs to spend a day taking photos of young children for Christmas cards tamiflu 75 mg. It’d make him pine for the days of cleaning sewers and inseminating pigs.
Yesterday we took 98 photos to get our ONE Christmas card photo. I can’t show you that one until after the family/friends get it, because I’ve taken some justifiable heat in the past for people finding out things from a blog (like my son’s birth) that they thought should be found out other ways.
But I can show you some of the photos we aren’t going to be using. Like this one. Click to slightly enlarge.
Some thought bubbles would be great on this one. Oh for more time to post nonsense on my blog.
I lobbied hard for this one to be the one we used, with some fun “fill in the blank” thought bubbles just above each head. Maybe next year.
Just kidding. I didn’t actually lobby.
I’ll post some more rejects later on. There’s some good stuff in those 97 other photos.
