I was chastised yesterday for not posting any photos from Christmas. Sadly, we didn’t take many shots at Christmas. The one above was shot a week before. The Johnson Family has been sick for a long time and was particularly not well through the holiday break. Just when one of us is better someone else gets sick. It has not be pleasant.
I think we are all tired of it. Today, I hosed the house down with Lysol. If it wasn’t so cold out then I’d open the windows and air the place out well. But it’s too frigid for that right now.
I’ve posted what pictures I have to my Flickr account. I’ll try to take some more pictures soon.
Erica is ice skating on a small pond at my dad’s house next door. And if the forecast is correct then we will be playing in the snow more soon. So I will endevour to snap some pics of those experiences and post them. Thanks for caring!
Erica came to me today and said she would like to start packing for her overnight on Saturday at one of her grandparents house. I asked her what she thought she would need for her overnight. She mentioned pajamas, a change of clothes, extra underwear and socks, a book and a doll.
I thought that was pretty good and suggested she also add a dress for church and shoes for play in case she gets to go outside.
She headed up to her room and was there for over an hour. Then she came down with a pink backpack on her back reporting that she was all packed.
“Great!”, I said, “Let’s take a look and see what you have.”
The following contents came out of the pack:
- 2 dolls
- 1 tamborine
- 1 set of maracas
- 1 tiara
- 2 necklaces
- 1 dress
No shoes, no PJs, no change of clothes, no underwear, no socks.
“Where are the things we talked about?”, I asked.
“Well, daddy, there wasn’t enough room for everything so…”
While at gymnastics this morning, one of Erica’s classmates got a bit nervous working with the coach on the uneven bars. “I’m afraid I will fall” she said.
The coach asked, “Who’s here to protect you?”
Another little gymnast piped right up and said, “God!”
The coach, without missing a beat, replied, “Who’s standing beside God?”
The little girl on the bar asked, “You coach?” Everything was fine after that.
Out of the mouth of babes, God bless the children.
