We are all celebrating around here because Ryker was saved on May 19th and baptized on May 27th. Lots of our family was there with us to share in the special event. It was a great day! We are so proud of Ryker and his decision to follow Christ.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Close Encounters
On his way to the neighbor's house to deliver an egg, Ryker came upon a deer. It was about 20 feet from him at the edge of the woods at the back of the yard. Ryker was so excited. He had to tell everyone he saw about it over the next few days. He even wanted to reenact the encounter for me. So we started off across the back yard. He positioned me where he was standing and he walked over to where the deer had been. Suddenly he jumped up and started high stepping it across the yard yelling, "Snake. Snake. Snake!" Pretending to be brave and fearless I suggested we go look at it. Neither one of the kids or the dog took me up on it but I marched over to take a look. It was a really big black snake and Ryker had practically been standing right on it. I said, "Wow. That is a big one. No wonder it scared you." Ryker replied, "Yeah, I"m still shaking. I feel just like a kid herpetolgist."
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Time Warp
I was recently transported 3 years into the past. I heard Ryker’s little 3 year old voice say, “Mommy, she’s ‘bodering’ me. She’s trying to get my trains!” When I turned to look of course it wasn’t Ryker whining at me. There was Cainan trying to play with his Thomas trains on the couch and Kinley grabbing and slobbering on every one within reach. It was so funny to hear history repeating itself and even mispronouncing “bothering” the same way. I laughed and grabbed the camera. Ever since Kinley started crawling and pulling up it has been a challenge for Cainan to keep his toys out of her reach. Some days he is feeling benevolent but he usually tries the old bait and switch and gets his things back, although thoroughly soaked. Cainan was finally getting paid back for all of the havoc he wreaked on Ryker. Fortunately for Kinley she won’t ever experience the same thing, not having any younger siblings, but I’m sure the dog will chew up enough of her stuff that she’ll get a taste of it anyway.
Up and Down
We have had a treadmill for 4 years. We’ve used it off an on throughout that time but we started using it seriously, almost nightly, last October. I have never really liked it…mostly because I can walk nearly as far on it as I can outdoors. My outdoor route through town is 3 miles and I do it in just under an hour. But inside on the treadmill I can only make it a mile before I am totally pooped and have to stop. The reason for this big discrepancy is the incline.
Our treadmill has the incline feature which allows us to increase the difficulty of our walks. Unfortunately the mechanism required to perform this task is located under the front of the machine and therefore makes it always at somewhat of an incline. So I am continually walking uphill. It is so irritating not to be able to walk on a flat surface. But I have been pushing the crazy down button for four years now and it won’t get any flatter.
That is until a couple of weeks ago…
Brian was walking one night when he suddenly jumped off and told me to get on. I complied and was shocked to find that the walking surface was totally flat!! “How did you do that”, I asked, “I’ve been pushing that stupid down arrow forever and it has never worked.” He replied, “Did you ever try pushing the up arrow?” That’s right. Down is up and up is down, apparently.
It seems that I was right about the mechanism under the front of the machine causing the incline, but the manufacturers anticipated this and therefore engineered the back of the machine to adjust up and down to change the incline of the walking surface to the desired level. So the “UP” button doesn’t increase the incline (as anyone with half a brain would suspect) but rather it raises the back of the machine to make it more level with the front.
So now I can top my outdoor walking pace because I’ve got a nice level surface and there are no uneven sidewalks or zooming cars to watch out for.
So the bad news is it took us 4 years to figure out how to work our treadmill. The good news is that we’ve been walking at the maximum incline the whole time…because I just couldn’t give up on that “DOWN” button. Was this clearly spelled out in the Owner’s Manual? Probably. But hey, we wouldn’t have these killer calves if we would have read the directions, now would we?
Our treadmill has the incline feature which allows us to increase the difficulty of our walks. Unfortunately the mechanism required to perform this task is located under the front of the machine and therefore makes it always at somewhat of an incline. So I am continually walking uphill. It is so irritating not to be able to walk on a flat surface. But I have been pushing the crazy down button for four years now and it won’t get any flatter.
That is until a couple of weeks ago…
Brian was walking one night when he suddenly jumped off and told me to get on. I complied and was shocked to find that the walking surface was totally flat!! “How did you do that”, I asked, “I’ve been pushing that stupid down arrow forever and it has never worked.” He replied, “Did you ever try pushing the up arrow?” That’s right. Down is up and up is down, apparently.
It seems that I was right about the mechanism under the front of the machine causing the incline, but the manufacturers anticipated this and therefore engineered the back of the machine to adjust up and down to change the incline of the walking surface to the desired level. So the “UP” button doesn’t increase the incline (as anyone with half a brain would suspect) but rather it raises the back of the machine to make it more level with the front.
So now I can top my outdoor walking pace because I’ve got a nice level surface and there are no uneven sidewalks or zooming cars to watch out for.
So the bad news is it took us 4 years to figure out how to work our treadmill. The good news is that we’ve been walking at the maximum incline the whole time…because I just couldn’t give up on that “DOWN” button. Was this clearly spelled out in the Owner’s Manual? Probably. But hey, we wouldn’t have these killer calves if we would have read the directions, now would we?
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The End of War and Peace
Well it is officially over. I finally finished all 1146 pages of War and Peace. If you've been reading this blog for a while you know why I read it...to counteract the effects of "mommy brain". I think it really accomplished my goal. I enjoyed the book a lot and would recommend it to anyone who has three months to devote to reading one book. Actually, now that it is over I kind of miss it. In those times during the day when I just have to sit down for a few minutes because my back is hurting I automatically think, "I'll just read a little and see what Natasha and Marya are doing", but they are finished doing everything Tolstoy had for them to do so they have gone. It isn't like I don't have any other books to read. I've had two in queue for a month or more now. But there is still so much to digest and think about from War and Peace that I don't want to cloud my mind with other story lines just yet.
I had heard that War and Peace really wasn't a novel in the strictest sense but I didn't really understand what that meant. After reading it I can see that while there are fictional characters with typical struggles involving life, love, and loss, the book is also a history of Russia, particularly the period from 1799 to 1813. On top of that Tolstoy also uses his book to expound on his views of historians and their continual misrepresentation of actual fact based on their biased presuppositions. For example he says,
" The combination of causes of phenomena is beyond the grasp of the human intellect. But the impulse to seek causes is innate in the soul of man. And the human intellect, with no inkling of the immense variety and complexity of circumstances conditioning a phenomenon, any one of which may be separately conceived of as the cause of it, snatches at the first and most easily understood approximation, and says here is the cause."
He is referring to the historian's tendency to attribute military successes, defeats and all movements in general to the commands of the genius in charge...in this case Napoleon, when in fact the whole course of human events, guided by the will of God, have determined that these events will happen and the desires of one man have very little effect on the turn of events at all. He sites examples over and over again of how the army never reached their assigned places or didn't execute the ordered commands and yet won the battle. He sites that the retreat of the Russians deeper into the Russian countryside was seen as a series of horrible losses at the hands of the French...and yet it was the one move that lead to the eventual defeat of Napoleon and loss of hundreds of thousands of his troops. For when the French, winning battle after battle pursued the fleeing Russians month after month they were ensuring the fact that they would be trapped in Russia that winter with no provisions and therefore destined for defeat and great loss of life. Did Napoleon, in his infinite wisdom, plan to have his troops abandoned in the frozen wasteland of a Russian winter? Did Tsar Alexander order his generals to lose all battles and retreat before the French into the heart of Russian where the opposition could be frozen to death instead of shot with a musket? No, but the whole course of events, actually the individual actions of every man in each army and even each peasant at home, contributed to the ultimate result.
Tolstoy does a lot of teaching about historical perspective but he also delves into the subject of spirituality quite often in the book...especially through the character "Pierre". Pierre is a Russian Count that ends up as a prisoner of war with the French as they attempt to escape Russia in the winter of 1812. Pierre was clearly the seeker in the book and it was very satisfying when he found what he had been searching for. Of course it occurred, as it very often does in our own lives, only after he had experienced great suffering. Tolstoy described his enlightenment in this way.
"He had learned that just as there is no position in the world in which a man can be happy and perfectly free, so too there is no position in which he need be unhappy and in bondage. He had found out that there is a limit to suffering and a limit to freedom, and that that limit is very soon reached..."
"He [Pierre] had armed himself with the telescope of intellect, and gazed far away into the distance, where that petty, everyday world, hidden in the mists of distance, had seemed to him great and infinite, simply because it was not clearly seen. Now he had learnt to see the great, the eternal, and the infinite in everything....to revel in its contemplation, he flung aside the telescope through which he had hitherto been gazing over men's heads, and looked joyfully at the ever-changing, ever grand, unfathomable, and infinite life around him."
I find that so true. We arm ourselves with intelligence and so called wisdom and begin searching for meaning and significance and purpose in great and mysterious things when in reality the eternal and infinite is in front of us everyday in our children, in nature, in us. But it is just too simple to look only past our own noses and so we pick up the telescope again and keep searching. Pierre also learned a valuable lesson about love while he was imprisoned...one that I am still working on myself.
"Pierre's madness showed itself in his not waiting, as in old days, for those personal grounds, which he had called good qualities in people, in order to love them; but as love was brimming over in his heart he loved men without cause, and so never failed to discover incontestable reasons that made them worth loving."
I wish I could do that.
Tolstoy also uses actual historical fact to give insight into human nature and it's flaws. As the war ended the Russian general in charge, Kutuzov, could not convince the other generals, or the Tsar, that is was pointless to continue to pursue and fight a retreating, starving, freezing, French army. They were so excited to be expelling Napoleon from their borders that they couldn't resist the urge to stab him in the back as he ran away. They couldn't see that their men would also be killed in the needless skirmishes and would be subjected to marching through, and sleeping in, the same horrible freezing conditions that the French soldiers were experiencing. I really liked the reason's Tolstoy gave for Kutuzov's ineffectuality (Is that a word? Spell check says it isn't...but you get my drift).
"And everything he [Kutuzov] said--for instance, that they must wait for provisions, or that the men had no boots--all was so simple; while everything they proposed was so complicated and so clever, that it was obvious to them that he was stupid and in his dotage, while they were military officers of genius, without authority to take the lead."
It's back to the telescope again. The more complicated and intricate a plan or strategy the more genius it must be. The simple and straightforward approach obviously shows a lack of creativity and deep thinking. Once again I am guilty of the same thoughts myself occasionally. The grander the plan the more I enjoy it...despite it's flaws and unnecessary hardships.
Well, I won't review the entire book for you but it was a very good read and I do recommend it. It will definitely make you think. It really gave me a desire to learn more about the historic topics covered (not enough to research them or anything but enough to watch a History Channel special about them). It also gave me some new spiritual perspectives, which I wasn't expecting at all. I end with one of the simplest, and yet truest, statements of the book.
"For us, with the rule of right and wrong given us by Christ , there is nothing for which we have no standard. And there is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth."
And that, my friends, is the end!
I had heard that War and Peace really wasn't a novel in the strictest sense but I didn't really understand what that meant. After reading it I can see that while there are fictional characters with typical struggles involving life, love, and loss, the book is also a history of Russia, particularly the period from 1799 to 1813. On top of that Tolstoy also uses his book to expound on his views of historians and their continual misrepresentation of actual fact based on their biased presuppositions. For example he says,
" The combination of causes of phenomena is beyond the grasp of the human intellect. But the impulse to seek causes is innate in the soul of man. And the human intellect, with no inkling of the immense variety and complexity of circumstances conditioning a phenomenon, any one of which may be separately conceived of as the cause of it, snatches at the first and most easily understood approximation, and says here is the cause."
He is referring to the historian's tendency to attribute military successes, defeats and all movements in general to the commands of the genius in charge...in this case Napoleon, when in fact the whole course of human events, guided by the will of God, have determined that these events will happen and the desires of one man have very little effect on the turn of events at all. He sites examples over and over again of how the army never reached their assigned places or didn't execute the ordered commands and yet won the battle. He sites that the retreat of the Russians deeper into the Russian countryside was seen as a series of horrible losses at the hands of the French...and yet it was the one move that lead to the eventual defeat of Napoleon and loss of hundreds of thousands of his troops. For when the French, winning battle after battle pursued the fleeing Russians month after month they were ensuring the fact that they would be trapped in Russia that winter with no provisions and therefore destined for defeat and great loss of life. Did Napoleon, in his infinite wisdom, plan to have his troops abandoned in the frozen wasteland of a Russian winter? Did Tsar Alexander order his generals to lose all battles and retreat before the French into the heart of Russian where the opposition could be frozen to death instead of shot with a musket? No, but the whole course of events, actually the individual actions of every man in each army and even each peasant at home, contributed to the ultimate result.
Tolstoy does a lot of teaching about historical perspective but he also delves into the subject of spirituality quite often in the book...especially through the character "Pierre". Pierre is a Russian Count that ends up as a prisoner of war with the French as they attempt to escape Russia in the winter of 1812. Pierre was clearly the seeker in the book and it was very satisfying when he found what he had been searching for. Of course it occurred, as it very often does in our own lives, only after he had experienced great suffering. Tolstoy described his enlightenment in this way.
"He had learned that just as there is no position in the world in which a man can be happy and perfectly free, so too there is no position in which he need be unhappy and in bondage. He had found out that there is a limit to suffering and a limit to freedom, and that that limit is very soon reached..."
"He [Pierre] had armed himself with the telescope of intellect, and gazed far away into the distance, where that petty, everyday world, hidden in the mists of distance, had seemed to him great and infinite, simply because it was not clearly seen. Now he had learnt to see the great, the eternal, and the infinite in everything....to revel in its contemplation, he flung aside the telescope through which he had hitherto been gazing over men's heads, and looked joyfully at the ever-changing, ever grand, unfathomable, and infinite life around him."
I find that so true. We arm ourselves with intelligence and so called wisdom and begin searching for meaning and significance and purpose in great and mysterious things when in reality the eternal and infinite is in front of us everyday in our children, in nature, in us. But it is just too simple to look only past our own noses and so we pick up the telescope again and keep searching. Pierre also learned a valuable lesson about love while he was imprisoned...one that I am still working on myself.
"Pierre's madness showed itself in his not waiting, as in old days, for those personal grounds, which he had called good qualities in people, in order to love them; but as love was brimming over in his heart he loved men without cause, and so never failed to discover incontestable reasons that made them worth loving."
I wish I could do that.
Tolstoy also uses actual historical fact to give insight into human nature and it's flaws. As the war ended the Russian general in charge, Kutuzov, could not convince the other generals, or the Tsar, that is was pointless to continue to pursue and fight a retreating, starving, freezing, French army. They were so excited to be expelling Napoleon from their borders that they couldn't resist the urge to stab him in the back as he ran away. They couldn't see that their men would also be killed in the needless skirmishes and would be subjected to marching through, and sleeping in, the same horrible freezing conditions that the French soldiers were experiencing. I really liked the reason's Tolstoy gave for Kutuzov's ineffectuality (Is that a word? Spell check says it isn't...but you get my drift).
"And everything he [Kutuzov] said--for instance, that they must wait for provisions, or that the men had no boots--all was so simple; while everything they proposed was so complicated and so clever, that it was obvious to them that he was stupid and in his dotage, while they were military officers of genius, without authority to take the lead."
It's back to the telescope again. The more complicated and intricate a plan or strategy the more genius it must be. The simple and straightforward approach obviously shows a lack of creativity and deep thinking. Once again I am guilty of the same thoughts myself occasionally. The grander the plan the more I enjoy it...despite it's flaws and unnecessary hardships.
Well, I won't review the entire book for you but it was a very good read and I do recommend it. It will definitely make you think. It really gave me a desire to learn more about the historic topics covered (not enough to research them or anything but enough to watch a History Channel special about them). It also gave me some new spiritual perspectives, which I wasn't expecting at all. I end with one of the simplest, and yet truest, statements of the book.
"For us, with the rule of right and wrong given us by Christ , there is nothing for which we have no standard. And there is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth."
And that, my friends, is the end!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
The Happy Jar
In an effort to encourage Cainan to stop "sassing" me, as my Grandma would say, and fighting with his brother all of the time I implemented the use of the Happy and Sad jars.
Whenever Cainan is polite or kind he gets to move a straw from the sad jar to the happy jar. But whenever he is mean the straw travels the other direction. When the happy jar is full he gets to go to McDonald's for a happy meal.
I didn't originate this idea so don't give me too much credit. It is one of Lisa Welchel's Creative Corrections. She suggests using marbles in the jars. I didn't have any marbles so I began my experiment with cotton balls. The problem was that it only takes 15 or so cotton balls to fill the jar. Cainan was very inspired those first couple of days and within 3 days we owed him a trip to McDonald's. That is when I decided I needed something much smaller in diameter to put in the jar...hence the straws.
The newness has worn off but Cainan is still pretty interested in filling up that happy jar. He is all about saying "please" and "may I" and "thank you" now. So much so that I had to stop giving him happy straws for basic politeness. Being the smart little boy that he is, he has developed new and unique ways to get those straws moved. Just yesterday when I told him to go upstairs and put on his pajamas a little early so that he would have time to play with Ryker before bed he said, "Thanks Mommy. You make a great point." One happy straw coming right up.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Adendum
Ok...back to the day I had the joy, joy, joy, joy. Brian read my blog while he was at school. When he got home he told me that things were even worse than I had realized. Here is the back story. You see Ryker was learning square dancing at school and getting very into the cowboy thing. He had been running around the house all week wearing cowboy boots (that were falling apart), a cowboy hat and a bandana. I can't stand cowboy boots. I just think they are very unattractive...unless you really are a cowboy, or Kenny Chesney (duh!). So that afternoon the conversation went something like this:
Brian: Uh....well...Ryker wanted to wear his cowboy boots to school today and I let him.
Crystal: (completely mortified) Are you kidding? Why? Oh my goodness, no!
Brian: (laughing) It gets worse.
Crystal: Oh no, what?
Brian: When he got off the bus at the high school after school...he had his pant legs tucked into his boots.
Crystal: (gagging, hiding her face in shame, etc.) Aaaaagh! Did anyone see him?
Brian: (laughing hysterically) Oh, yeah.
Crystal: OH GROSS!
Brian: I know. Don't worry, I told him this was a one time thing.
Crystal: I wondered why he snuck in the house and up to his room without even saying "hi" to me.
Brian: Yeah, I told him to take them off before you could see them.
Luckily the square dancing performance was the end of the cowboy boots. The sole totally came off one of the boots and they had to be retired...how sad. :)
Brian: Uh....well...Ryker wanted to wear his cowboy boots to school today and I let him.
Crystal: (completely mortified) Are you kidding? Why? Oh my goodness, no!
Brian: (laughing) It gets worse.
Crystal: Oh no, what?
Brian: When he got off the bus at the high school after school...he had his pant legs tucked into his boots.
Crystal: (gagging, hiding her face in shame, etc.) Aaaaagh! Did anyone see him?
Brian: (laughing hysterically) Oh, yeah.
Crystal: OH GROSS!
Brian: I know. Don't worry, I told him this was a one time thing.
Crystal: I wondered why he snuck in the house and up to his room without even saying "hi" to me.
Brian: Yeah, I told him to take them off before you could see them.
Luckily the square dancing performance was the end of the cowboy boots. The sole totally came off one of the boots and they had to be retired...how sad. :)
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
I've Got the Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy
If there are any sitcom writers out there that need a story line for a family comedy about a stay-at-home mom, please read on.
This morning I spend some time doing some internet research while the kids play. Of course Cainan isn't great at entertaining himself so I have to keep shouting out suggestions as to what he should play with. Finally he decides to blow bubbles outside. I open the jar of bubbles for him and send him on his way. Five minutes later he is back asking for more bubbles. Where have his gone? He spilled them. Where? Just inside the back door...but not on the carpet, he assures me. Not only did he spill the bubbles but he then tried to mop them up with his socks. The result was a slimy, sticky mess on the tile in front of the door. I don't want to stop in the middle of my research to clean it up so I need to keep him out of it for a minute. Time for redirection.
I then suggest that he practice his writing with his washable markers in his wipe-off book. Good idea. He chooses a green and a blue marker and gets to work...right beside me in the office. Chattering the whole time. It is getting difficult for me to concentrate so after 10 minutes or so I get up turn on a cartoon for him and put Kinley down for a nap. I go back to work. Three minutes later he wants his markers again...not to write with, but to attach end to end and use as a lightsaber (Darth Maul's to be exact). Fine. Hand over the markers...go back to work. Finally the work is finished, the e-mails are sent, and I'm ready to go clean up the bubbles. As I get up from the computer I realize that the wipe off book is covered in marker so thick that it has actually puddled on the pages. Then I see Cainan. He has blue and green streaks up and down his arms and all over his face. I send Cainan in to the bathroom to wash up (thank goodness they weren't permanent markers) and get to work on the bubbles. Just as I finish I can hear Kinley playing in her room and realize that it is time to get her up for lunch.
I run into the kitchen to make her lunch then go upstairs to get her out of her crib. (Cainan is now done washing and is back on the couch watching Dora the Explorer.) When I look in the crib at Kinley she smiles up at me from a puddle of vomit. Her sheet, her clothes and even her hair are totally soaked. I don't know how long she has been laying in it, but it's definitely been a while. So I run the bath water and undress her. I give her a bath, dress her, feed her lunch and get us all into the car to head for Wal-Mart. Everything is fine at the store. We come home and I put both kids down for naps. Now certain that my time of rest and rejuvenation has come I unload the groceries and then go to the bathroom before settling in to watch the reality TV show I taped last night. As soon as I step into the bathroom I know I won't be getting any rest. All of the blue and green marker that came off of Cainan transferred to my sink, floor, walls, mirror and hand towel.
So...the hour that I spent working on the computer translated in to two hours of extra work around the house. Just what was I researching that was so important? All the verses in the Bible that contain the word JOY. There were 242 and it is a good thing I read them all when I did.
This morning I spend some time doing some internet research while the kids play. Of course Cainan isn't great at entertaining himself so I have to keep shouting out suggestions as to what he should play with. Finally he decides to blow bubbles outside. I open the jar of bubbles for him and send him on his way. Five minutes later he is back asking for more bubbles. Where have his gone? He spilled them. Where? Just inside the back door...but not on the carpet, he assures me. Not only did he spill the bubbles but he then tried to mop them up with his socks. The result was a slimy, sticky mess on the tile in front of the door. I don't want to stop in the middle of my research to clean it up so I need to keep him out of it for a minute. Time for redirection.
I then suggest that he practice his writing with his washable markers in his wipe-off book. Good idea. He chooses a green and a blue marker and gets to work...right beside me in the office. Chattering the whole time. It is getting difficult for me to concentrate so after 10 minutes or so I get up turn on a cartoon for him and put Kinley down for a nap. I go back to work. Three minutes later he wants his markers again...not to write with, but to attach end to end and use as a lightsaber (Darth Maul's to be exact). Fine. Hand over the markers...go back to work. Finally the work is finished, the e-mails are sent, and I'm ready to go clean up the bubbles. As I get up from the computer I realize that the wipe off book is covered in marker so thick that it has actually puddled on the pages. Then I see Cainan. He has blue and green streaks up and down his arms and all over his face. I send Cainan in to the bathroom to wash up (thank goodness they weren't permanent markers) and get to work on the bubbles. Just as I finish I can hear Kinley playing in her room and realize that it is time to get her up for lunch.
I run into the kitchen to make her lunch then go upstairs to get her out of her crib. (Cainan is now done washing and is back on the couch watching Dora the Explorer.) When I look in the crib at Kinley she smiles up at me from a puddle of vomit. Her sheet, her clothes and even her hair are totally soaked. I don't know how long she has been laying in it, but it's definitely been a while. So I run the bath water and undress her. I give her a bath, dress her, feed her lunch and get us all into the car to head for Wal-Mart. Everything is fine at the store. We come home and I put both kids down for naps. Now certain that my time of rest and rejuvenation has come I unload the groceries and then go to the bathroom before settling in to watch the reality TV show I taped last night. As soon as I step into the bathroom I know I won't be getting any rest. All of the blue and green marker that came off of Cainan transferred to my sink, floor, walls, mirror and hand towel.
So...the hour that I spent working on the computer translated in to two hours of extra work around the house. Just what was I researching that was so important? All the verses in the Bible that contain the word JOY. There were 242 and it is a good thing I read them all when I did.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
The Downside of Literacy
As Ryker gets older we are giving him more responsibilities around the house. His newest job is to take the burnable trash out to the burn barrel in the yard and the rest of the trash to the dumpster. He has been doing this for a few weeks now so we decided to go ahead and teach him how to use matches and light the fire in the burn barrel. I gave him the box of matches and was pushing him out the door so Brian could give him the burning lesson when Ryker looked down at the box of matches and said, "Hey! This says to keep out of the reach of children!"
Sometimes I really wish he couldn't read.
Sometimes I really wish he couldn't read.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
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