Last Monday night, Angela and I get the boys down at about 8:30 or so. We get a little housework done, then settle down on the sofa with some ice cream to watch the Heroes premier. At about 10:00 or 10:30, Andrew comes stumbling out of his room, and informs us, “I am really, really …
It’s been one year. We still miss him. He would have loved his new yard.
Hopefully you catch the use of his words against him, and hopefully you’re not fooled by his “change” mantra. He’s the same ol’ empty suit of liberal politics, but more on that later, I hope…
"You can put it to music all you want, but it’s STILL a scooter." — Angela Lee
This speaks for itself:
Last night, we asked Andrew to pray before we ate. Some my balk at the practice, but we find it a good way to remind us, and especially our boys, whence came our meal. This night, though, followed kind of a rough day for Andrew, behaviorally, so, in his prayer, he asked God to forgive …
Tonight, I went to one of our favorite restaurants, Qdoba, just me and the boys. As we’re sitting there eating, Andrew (our five year old) is looking at the television (as it is impossible to sit where you can’t see or hear one), and this conversation happens: Andrew: "There’s John McCain!" Me (making assumptions): "That’s …
With Friends Like These…
Andrew started kindergarten yesterday. It’s hard to believe that day has already come. It was certainly harder on us than it was him. We took him to his class and helped him find his seat, then we kinda drifted to the side of the room as the other parents did, likely as reluctant to leave …