that these kids make me all goofy feeling? I really love them. Especially when they make funny faces in the pool.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sometimes God sends us people...
when we don't even know we need them.
The Camp Guy and I took the boys on a day trip the other day. The boys were delighted to go, but they were not SO delighted with each other. After listening to them argue and argue and argue and argue and... well, you get the picture,
the Camp Guy. had. had. enough.
"I am going to stop this car every time you two start arguing, and it is NOT going to move again until you stop." comes his frustrated but ever-so-patient pronouncement.
And so we do stop. and go.
and stop. and go.
and stop. and go.
AND stop. by the side of the interstate. And not 30 seconds later, here come the flashing lights. The Camp Guy just sighs and rolls down the window.
This young policeman walks up, peers into the back at the boys and then up at us in the front. "Is there a problem?" "We have two boys in the back who will not stop arguing with one another," I reply. "Hmmm," he says.
He then repositions himself towards the back of the car, "Boys, You done got the PO-lice involved now. That's serious. You best stop arguing, and let your daddy drive."
Their eyes as big as saucers, they reply politely, "Yes, sir!"
He quietly grins at us, tells us to have a nice day and a safe trip, and walks back to his car.
The Camp Guy and I grin at each other, and I say a private "THANK YOU" to God for sending us that particular policeman, at just the right moment.
And we go...
The Camp Guy and I took the boys on a day trip the other day. The boys were delighted to go, but they were not SO delighted with each other. After listening to them argue and argue and argue and argue and... well, you get the picture,
the Camp Guy. had. had. enough.
"I am going to stop this car every time you two start arguing, and it is NOT going to move again until you stop." comes his frustrated but ever-so-patient pronouncement.
And so we do stop. and go.
and stop. and go.
and stop. and go.
AND stop. by the side of the interstate. And not 30 seconds later, here come the flashing lights. The Camp Guy just sighs and rolls down the window.
This young policeman walks up, peers into the back at the boys and then up at us in the front. "Is there a problem?" "We have two boys in the back who will not stop arguing with one another," I reply. "Hmmm," he says.
He then repositions himself towards the back of the car, "Boys, You done got the PO-lice involved now. That's serious. You best stop arguing, and let your daddy drive."
Their eyes as big as saucers, they reply politely, "Yes, sir!"
He quietly grins at us, tells us to have a nice day and a safe trip, and walks back to his car.
The Camp Guy and I grin at each other, and I say a private "THANK YOU" to God for sending us that particular policeman, at just the right moment.
And we go...
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Old Commode. No, not that one!
We have an old piece of furniture that used to belong to the camp guy’s grandparents. It is, according to my Nana, a commode – the shelf that the wash pitcher and bowl sat on, complete with towel bar. I’ve always wanted to paint it, but never wanted to mess up the antiqueyness of it. (Yeah, I did just make that word up. Brand spankin’ new word – just for you. You’re welcome.)
ANYWAY – the camp guy and I talked about it again recently, since neither of us like the color. Some parts were obviously old (the drawer), but parts looked like they had been replaced (the doors and back are made of rough plywood), so we decided to paint it guilt free.
The paint job isn’t really the greatest, but I think it looks pretty good, and I LOVE the color! And now, instead of hiding in the bedroom, it’s flaunting it’s beauty in the kitchen.
What do you think? Did I mention that red makes me happy?
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