Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Busted!!!
"There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure."
- Mark Twain
Well, I'm not sure exactly what hidden treasure Mr. Elijah is digging for but he has found what may just delight him for years. For the last two summers my brother John has joined the elite group of college aged tree planters, working in the True North fighting moose, bears and freak snow falls just to keep the forests going. We always thought this was appropriate as for a couple of years Naomi had a knack for using up paper napkins like crazy and we'd always say, "go ask Uncle John to plant another tree!". Well, Uncle John's tree planting days are over and if the conditions are right, and someone has left the washroom door open, Elijah has just found great delight in unraveling the toilet paper until it's unusable.....I hope somewhere, someone is planting a tree!
Well, I'm not sure exactly what hidden treasure Mr. Elijah is digging for but he has found what may just delight him for years. For the last two summers my brother John has joined the elite group of college aged tree planters, working in the True North fighting moose, bears and freak snow falls just to keep the forests going. We always thought this was appropriate as for a couple of years Naomi had a knack for using up paper napkins like crazy and we'd always say, "go ask Uncle John to plant another tree!". Well, Uncle John's tree planting days are over and if the conditions are right, and someone has left the washroom door open, Elijah has just found great delight in unraveling the toilet paper until it's unusable.....I hope somewhere, someone is planting a tree!P.S. Is it just me or does he look a little like Charlie Brown?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Sweaty Palms
Alright, so this picture isn't completely true. We couldn't get a good angle when Jerusha preformed at her spring recital so we had her pose at the piano afterwards. However, we did have the great joy of listening to our eldest child preform "Power Walk" by Robert D. Vandall. She memorized the piece and played it flawlessly she was completely professional. I however, had the sweaty palms that is all too familiar, I was instantly whisked back to a time in my childhood when it's silent and all eyes are on me waiting for me to begin. I'm so glad it wasn't me up there! When I told Jerusha that her recital would be in the sanctuary at church and that she would be playing on the grand piano, the one Pastor Geary plays on no less, she looked up at me and said, "will Dad be preaching?" Love it! This girl is ready to bring it! Move over George Beverly Shae (that reference was for the grandparents!) (you're welcome!) How fun put your children through those same torturous rites of passage that we had to go through, I'll just sit comfortably in the audience....with sweaty palms.
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