That's often how I (Daddy) feel waking up.
Eve likes to eat blue chalk. Go figure. We try to keep her away from it, but not always successfully.
Lydah fell asleep here one night at the top of the stairs.
Enjoying cake on her first birthday!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Jesus in My Heart
Last week Lydah "asked Jesus into her heart" and we were talking about it tonight before bed. Here's how the conversation went:
She said, "Daddy, do you have Jesus in your heart?"
"Yes, I do."
"Oh. Do you play games?"
"Games? Like what?"
"Do you play tag?"
"Do I play tag with Jesus in my heart?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I suppose so."
"What about leap-frog? I like leap-frog."
I smiled, kissed her goodnight, and left the room.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
A Jesus Story
Lydah loves a good story. They come in many varieties, but her two favorites are "Cassie stories" and "Jesus stories." Cassie is a made-up character that is exactly Lydah's age, loves exactly the same things, and experiences exactly the same adventures as Lydah does. Jesus stories are, of course, embellishments of gospel stories.
So tonight before bed she asked me for a Jesus story and I told her the account of Blind Bartemaeus. Then she wanted to tell me a Jesus story and I realized that she was paraphrasing what she had just heard. Except it was a little different:
"There was a man and he was sad and he had a broken leg and there was bleed on it and he couldn't see. And he was crying and yelling, 'Jesus, Jesus!' And Jesus heard him and walked to him and said, 'What do you want?' 'I want to see and I want my leg to not bleed.' So Jesus made him okay. And he opened his eyes and his leg wasn't broken anymore and there wasn't any bleed! And then he saw everyone and it was his birthday! And there was cake and ice cream and yots and yots of presents. And everyone was happy. The End."
That's a loose paraphrase, but it's the best I can remember it. I am falling in love with the gospel according to Lydah.
On another note, I (Greg) left Eve on the bed this morning for one minute and she managed to crawl to the edge and fall off. Courtney and I both ran in as fast as we could when we heard the sound and, thankfully, she was crying loudly. Next she vomited twice and Courtney said that that was a sign of a concussion. So Courtney rushed Eve to the ER and I stayed back with Lydah feeling knots in my stomach. But, thank God, we prayed and Eve was okay. She acted normal after the vomit session and never lost consciousness. I'm so relieved and I have learned my lesson. I won't leave her alone again... ever.
So tonight before bed she asked me for a Jesus story and I told her the account of Blind Bartemaeus. Then she wanted to tell me a Jesus story and I realized that she was paraphrasing what she had just heard. Except it was a little different:
"There was a man and he was sad and he had a broken leg and there was bleed on it and he couldn't see. And he was crying and yelling, 'Jesus, Jesus!' And Jesus heard him and walked to him and said, 'What do you want?' 'I want to see and I want my leg to not bleed.' So Jesus made him okay. And he opened his eyes and his leg wasn't broken anymore and there wasn't any bleed! And then he saw everyone and it was his birthday! And there was cake and ice cream and yots and yots of presents. And everyone was happy. The End."
That's a loose paraphrase, but it's the best I can remember it. I am falling in love with the gospel according to Lydah.
On another note, I (Greg) left Eve on the bed this morning for one minute and she managed to crawl to the edge and fall off. Courtney and I both ran in as fast as we could when we heard the sound and, thankfully, she was crying loudly. Next she vomited twice and Courtney said that that was a sign of a concussion. So Courtney rushed Eve to the ER and I stayed back with Lydah feeling knots in my stomach. But, thank God, we prayed and Eve was okay. She acted normal after the vomit session and never lost consciousness. I'm so relieved and I have learned my lesson. I won't leave her alone again... ever.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
From the Oldest City in the USA
We recently returned from a 10-day vacation to America's oldest city, St. Augustine, which was founded in 1565! (Can you tell that Greg is writing this?) Among our many activities were biking on the beach (with children securely fastened), building sandcastles, running away from ocean waves in terror (Lydah), swimming with dolphins (Courtney -- for her 27th birthday), eating seafood, reading books, watching movies ("Frost/Nixon" is really good!), watching it "hurricane" outside for three days straight, walking through historical sites, not believing some of the things presented by Ripley, buying fudge and coffee, reading the Bible, sleeping in, playing on playgrounds, coloring, sitting in a hot tub, collecting seashells and burying them (Lydah again), and much, much more! So below are some pictures from before and during our trip.
Time with Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandmother Beard
Swimming with Grandpa and Grandma Coates at their hotel.
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Courtney's swimming partner
You'd think she has a 50-50 chance, but she never got them right without help.
Greg breaking some sort of law by holding a turtle inside a state park.
Behind us is Florida's oldest lighthouse situated on Anastasia Island.
Lydah made a friend on the beach named Kaitlyn.
And a good time was had by all!
Time with Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandmother Beard
Swimming with Grandpa and Grandma Coates at their hotel.
Below this point are pictures of the trip.
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Courtney's swimming partner
You'd think she has a 50-50 chance, but she never got them right without help.
Greg breaking some sort of law by holding a turtle inside a state park.
Behind us is Florida's oldest lighthouse situated on Anastasia Island.
Lydah made a friend on the beach named Kaitlyn.
And a good time was had by all!
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