I was 3

On this day 25 years ago:

For the record I don't remember any of this day, all these stories are past down through the years.
So on this particular day I was home sick from preschool. My mom was at work so the lady that lived with my mom and I at the time stayed home with me. She was younger than my mom and had no children of her own but was willing to take care of me for the day. So we sat down on the couch with cereal in hand in front of the T.V. and she explained the best she could about space shuttles to a 3 year old. We were all ready to watch the shuttle take off.

Then you know what came next. Horror.

My mom told me that Lori didn't say a word to me. We sat there in total disbelief with the rest of the world. She called my mom and said I have no idea what to say to him.

Wow. I can not imagine what had to be running through her head right then.

Single Digits

Here are the events that are happening around me:

In 1 week our church starts it's Flavour series. This signals the beginning of my busy time at work.
In 2 weeks we start preparations for our annual C3 conference. Even more work. We will almost go around the clock for 2 weeks to set the stage for the most amazing conference on the planet.
On week 3 Mandi's parents will fly in from the Philippines and we have our conference at church.
Then, in 4 weeks baby Lainey will be born. That is the cherry on top!!

Those are a lot of single digit numbers. Let's get ready to rumble.

Only Me

Ever been driving the car and hear a concerning sound come from the back seat?

Today while taking a leisurely drive to and from our neighborhood popcorn store I heard a gagging sound. PANIC!! Head on a swivel kinda freak out.

And only in my world would it be that Lillian had stuck her toes so far in her mouth she choked.

Women are Wierd

The other day I was on the hunt for the keys to my wife's car. This an almost daily occurrence because there is absolutely no rhyme or reason as to where she is going to put them down. This drives me crazy but doesn't seem to faze her.
So I checked her purse. I was looking for her keys (a pretty normal thing to find in a purse) and what I found instead was a measuring cup (not normal at all.) So I took it out and threw it in the dishwasher. I asked her why on Earth she had that in there and without second thought she said she was making oatmeal at work and went right on about whatever she was doing.
This is odd.
Reminds me of the game they used to play on Lets Make A Deal where he would call out random objects and those crazy ladies would pull out all kinds of junk.

One time I knew a girl that had a whole filing system in her purse. And for some reason it just seemed normal.

If you are wondering, in my wallet I have my ID, my debit card, insurance cards, and some business cards. That's it.

Soft Towels

We have figured out the recipe to have the softest towels ever.

We used fabric softener, but not in the traditional way. No Downy ball for us.

One day when I got home I told Mandi that the house smelled nice. (Side note, we have a Scentsy wall plug-in in our bathroom. We got it a while back and it works amazing. We even have to turn it off occasionally because it can get to strong.) In the back of my head I thought that was what smelled. So after a while the smell was super strong and while we were eating dinner I said it kinda smelled like fabric softener. That is when Mandi jumped up from the table and ran to the laundry room.

The new unopened fabric softener that was sitting on the washing machine was now sitting on the floor in a puddle. And of course it was lavender vanilla so it was PURPLE. Panic. So we went into clean up mode. Something that with two kids running around we do quite well and rather quickly. I ran to get towels as she assessed the situation. So after we soaked it all up with about 6 towels we were in the clear.

Sent the towels through the wash a couple of times. And now, like magic, we have the worlds softest towels.

I don't recommend this technique but if you do find yourself in this same pickle take a word of advice from us; use your good towels. Don't go grab the junky ones from the guest closet. Grab the fancy ones.

Your Welcome.

Mini Me

I got these from 2 different people for Christmas. Why? What makes everyone think I need miniature tools? Is there something I am missing?

The Omnipresent God

Just one example of why Landon is to smart for her own good. She is asking questions like these that we don't know if she is quite ready for the answers to.

"Dad? Is there more than one Jesus?"
"How can Jesus be in Texas and Minnesota. Can He fly? Or does He just jump from cloud to cloud real fast?"

I am amazed at how her little mind works, I just wish it would slow down a little and just be 4.

Last night Mandi took her to the grocery store by herself. Mandi is typically the one that gets the really wild questions, and last night was no exception.

"Mommy? Are Jesus and Santa Clause friends?"

She must know that Mandi is struggling with whether or not to promote the big round man. But when she tried to compare him to Jesus the cat was almost out of the bag.

I have told her my strategy for these questions. "Landon? Want some ice cream?" But I guess when she is in the pressure situation she forgets her only way out.