12/20/09
Everybody Is Sick - Conversations With Andrew
Andrew threw up for more than two hours last night. Every fifteen minutes for over two hours. Rebecca was heroic. I have been sick since Thursday and have shed some pounds the hard way. Joshua's fever spiked to 103 yesterday, but he seems to be better.
I finally fell asleep around 2:30, only to be awaken by a sweet little voice coming over our monitor. "I was sick." Rebecca went to Andrew's room, cleaned out his bed, brought him to me for a bath, made him a new bed on our floor, and then sat with him until morning. I climbed back into bed as soon as I could. This morning, Joshua woke up around 7 and Rebecca took him into our playroom, letting Andrew and me sleep. About ten minutes after she left, Andrew threw up again. Thankfully, I got to him with the bucket before anything got on the floor around him. I held him for about 45 seconds before taking him to Rebecca. I went back to bed and slept until 9:45.
When we all reunited in the late morning Andrew told Rebecca.
"When I get sick, Daddy holds me."
We all like to pretend we're superheroes in this house. The truth is, there's only one. Mommy. It's often thankless, but that's not why she does it.
Also, Andrew thinks the Virgin Mary was married to Moseph.
I finally fell asleep around 2:30, only to be awaken by a sweet little voice coming over our monitor. "I was sick." Rebecca went to Andrew's room, cleaned out his bed, brought him to me for a bath, made him a new bed on our floor, and then sat with him until morning. I climbed back into bed as soon as I could. This morning, Joshua woke up around 7 and Rebecca took him into our playroom, letting Andrew and me sleep. About ten minutes after she left, Andrew threw up again. Thankfully, I got to him with the bucket before anything got on the floor around him. I held him for about 45 seconds before taking him to Rebecca. I went back to bed and slept until 9:45.
When we all reunited in the late morning Andrew told Rebecca.
"When I get sick, Daddy holds me."
We all like to pretend we're superheroes in this house. The truth is, there's only one. Mommy. It's often thankless, but that's not why she does it.
Also, Andrew thinks the Virgin Mary was married to Moseph.
12/16/09
Andrew's Prayers
As I was rocking Andrew, I asked him to pray. He did.
"Father, help Andrew not to be scared. Not to fight. Not to hit. Not to bite. Not to scream. Not to yell. Not to eat Dash. In God's name, Amen."
He then got into bed and started throwing punches in the air to show me how Jesus would fight the monsters that scared him.
Look out, Power Team. Here comes Andrew.
12/15/09
Conversations with Other Peoples' Kids
Yesterday, in third grade Bible, I had the kids write letters to a fictional man named Jorgen who had never heard of Christmas. They were supposed to tell Jorgen what Christmas was all about. These questions followed.
Boy - "Does he know Jesus?"
Me - "No."
Girl - "Does he smoke?"
Boy - "Does he know Jesus?"
Me - "No."
Girl - "Does he smoke?"
12/9/09
Conversations With Joshua
Joshua - "Dad, I know a joke."
Me - "Tell me."
Joshua - "A squirrel climbed a tree and forgot to store acorns. It's funny because the squirrel died."
Dwight Schrute, ladies and gentlemen.
Me - "Tell me."
Joshua - "A squirrel climbed a tree and forgot to store acorns. It's funny because the squirrel died."
Dwight Schrute, ladies and gentlemen.
12/4/09
12/3/09
Conversations with Other Peoples' Kids
A third grader - "You know the Jews' favorite part about Christmas? Hanukkah."
I suggested there may be a better way to phrase that.
I suggested there may be a better way to phrase that.
12/2/09
Dear Traveler
I wrote this letter on December 1, 2008. Rebecca and I had just found out we had lost our baby.
Dear Traveler,
This is a very sad letter. We went to see a picture of you for the first time on Wednesday. When we saw your tiny body, we saw that your little heart had stopped beating. Our hearts seemed to stop beating for a second as well. Your mommy and I held hands and felt very sad. We love you. We want you so badly. Our hearts have been heavy since we found out we won't get to know you. I had dreamed about you and talked about you. I want you here with us, but I believe you're with Jesus. I believe he had a reason for taking you to be with him instead of allowing you to be born here. I don't think now, if you had the option, you'd want to come here. I think you understand love and life even more than your mommy and me. I look forward to knowing why he took you home so quickly. I love you so very much. I will always miss you.
Love,
Daddy
A year after I wrote this letter, we were in an ultrasound room finding out about our new baby. We were blessed to learn we're having our third boy. I believe God is sovereign and that no detail in this world is an accident. I believe he gave us the gift of learning about our new son on the year anniversary of the letter. The Lord gives and he takes away. His ways are above ours and on so many levels incomprehensible. He is running the world yet he stoops to have a relationship with us. He is sweet and good and considerate. I'm thankful for this new baby. I'm thankful for Traveler and the hope of spending eternity with our lost baby. God is good and gracious even in the midst of this fallen world.
Dear Traveler,
This is a very sad letter. We went to see a picture of you for the first time on Wednesday. When we saw your tiny body, we saw that your little heart had stopped beating. Our hearts seemed to stop beating for a second as well. Your mommy and I held hands and felt very sad. We love you. We want you so badly. Our hearts have been heavy since we found out we won't get to know you. I had dreamed about you and talked about you. I want you here with us, but I believe you're with Jesus. I believe he had a reason for taking you to be with him instead of allowing you to be born here. I don't think now, if you had the option, you'd want to come here. I think you understand love and life even more than your mommy and me. I look forward to knowing why he took you home so quickly. I love you so very much. I will always miss you.
Love,
Daddy
A year after I wrote this letter, we were in an ultrasound room finding out about our new baby. We were blessed to learn we're having our third boy. I believe God is sovereign and that no detail in this world is an accident. I believe he gave us the gift of learning about our new son on the year anniversary of the letter. The Lord gives and he takes away. His ways are above ours and on so many levels incomprehensible. He is running the world yet he stoops to have a relationship with us. He is sweet and good and considerate. I'm thankful for this new baby. I'm thankful for Traveler and the hope of spending eternity with our lost baby. God is good and gracious even in the midst of this fallen world.
12/1/09
It's a Boy and the Boys Have Name Ideas
Me - "Let's name the baby Jack."
Joshua - "How about Beanstalker?"
Joshua - "How about Beanstalker?"
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