Saturday, March 27, 2010
Jon's First Blog Post!
Jon has decided to join the "Blog World!" Check out his first post, "Little Boys, Monster Trucks & Me" before my Spanish Immersion post below...
Little Boys, Monster Trucks & Me
Well it sounded like a good idea. One parent, two kids, loud trucks, 4000 tightly packed people and one bathroom. What's not to like? When I saw the ad in the paper for the annual Monster Truck Show and noted that 3 and under were free, the usual excuse of "well he won't sit still long enough to justify the ticket" was out the window. So, with that sound bit of logic in hand, we were off on our little adventure.
Of course when we got to the ticket window I was informed that what they really meant to say in the paper was that 3 and older were full price. My options at that point being zero, since yes, I am the parent that enjoys getting his children as excited as humanly possible about an upcoming event. The line going something like this...."HEEEEYYYYY....do YOU want to go see some REAL MONSTER TRUCKS!!!! You know, like your toys only BIGGER!!!" And this would be repeated, as if on a loop, until the proper creszendo of excitement was achieved, or snacktime, whichever arrived first. I imagine the fact that we had recorded "Monster Trucks" on the Speed Channel and had been watching them for the past month might have had an effect as well. So, undaunted, I slapped down 10% of our savings and we happily walked on in.
I managed to use the force as we made our way past the souvenir and concession stands unscathed. This is the part where I should remind the reader that the general rule when designing any sporting arena is to pack as many victims, I mean spectators, into the venue as possible, therefore maximizing their revenue by using every last *##* square foot. This will come into play later in our little story. Darn architects. I am going to have to bring that up to a certain family member next time we visit.
We made our way up to our section and found our seats, which as luck would have it, were right in the middle of a row. We had made it in just on time. Time at a Monster Truck show, however, must be a relative thing as the supposed start time came and went and went and went and there we sat. Those of you with children not quite yet of shaving age may have some perspective on this. We were wasting precious patience points with the 3 three old.
It was somewhere between "just getting there on time" & the national anthem when I noticed the first twinge. The twinge I refer to should not be mistaken for a backache, nor would it have been my funny bone. No, this twinge would be my old familiar nemesis, Mr. Bowel. At first blush I was shooting for the passing fancy. Not so much. I tried to hold off but by the time the first perspiration bead hit my forehead I had resigned myself to the inevitable. Soooo, we shuffle, excuse me, pardon me, Joshgetoverhere! our way down to the concourse. To THE bathroom. I elevate this 2 staller to such status because apparently the designers of this fine establishment apparently weren't concerned with a 20 to 2 poop ratio. That's what I figure anyway. The way I see it is if you have 4000 people in one place. Lets say half are male. So with the 2000 saps left there would be a fair to middlin' chance that 20 of them are going to need to use 1 of those stalls at any given time. Hence the 20 to 2. This is not a scientific study, but rather a compilation of life experience, Murphy's Law and a touch of common sense. Now in the interest of full disclosure there is more than one reading room in the Sioux Falls Arena. But near as my radar could tell I guesstimate it was at least a football field away, plus two flights of steps and most importantly past three souvenir stands.
So, there we were. Allow me to set the scene: One non-handicapped size stall. One overused and underflushed toilet. One large man. Two juveniles. Zero patience. Nineteen people in line. After finishing the obligatory lid prepwork and blocking Josh from crawling over to the neighbor with my leg twice, I got started on my project. I submit that Murphy played a part in this as well as I truly couldn't remember the last time I was hit with the sprints this bad. So naturally it would be now. It was much akin to lunchtime at the old folks home. There was nothing quick about it. While Josh busied himself with the extra roll of tp in the stall, Caleb for his part was being a real trooper. I think it was somewhere between the sound of the first Monster Truck starting his run and Josh doing his Caspar the Ghost routine with the tp that Caleb was suddenly struck with a moment of stark clarity. He locked eyes with me, folded his arms, and in a low, disgusted, yet unfortunately fairly audible voice asked, "Do YOU have diarrahea???" I couldn't help but laugh, then cry a bit. Finally, my project now completed, I began with the obligatory five minute Q & A session with the boys. "Caleb, do you have to go? Josh do you have to go? Caleb are you sure? Josh, why don't we go? We don't want to have to come back down here......" No, as normalcy would have it, try as I might, they were having none of it.
Excuse me, pardon, shuffle shuffle, No Caleb it's this way......Jossshhh! Safely back in our seats we actually managed to sit and watch some of the Monster Trucks. After sitting for a good 3 minutes or so Caleb asked for popcorn. Confident that he should be able to hold out for at least a half hour dad stood his ground. It was shortly after that when I realized that due to the cement floor of the arena the crushed cars had to be bunched back together after every run. The result being 45 seconds of Monster Trucks followed by 5 minutes of "bunching." By the time we sat through several "runs and bunches" the smallest human had also chimed in on the "we want popcorn" chant. "Excuse us, sorry, sneakpastyagain, pardon, Joshgetoverhere..." One large tub of popcorn, and two Sprites later....."Us again, sorry, oops, Calebwaitillwesitdown, shuffleshuffle, suckitin, JOSHHHH!" We then managed to get in a good half hour of loud vehicles with big tires squishing little cars before out of the corner of my eye I sensed movement. Turning my head I realized the movement was Josh who appeared as though he had an army of ants loose in his pants. It was a classic case of "I really gotta pee but I can't tear myself away from those big trucks." Happens to me all the time. Soooo......"sorry, excuse us, noyoucan'tstayhereCaleb, shuffleshuffle,trip,ouch!Joshgetoffthefloor...." After little man did his thing Caleb of course asked for more food. Most of us go to a game and have a little popcorn. Our Caleb goes to a concession stand and occasionally notices a sporting event taking place. I love him. Dad finally decided to get ahead of this game. TRANSLATION: We went back to the concession stand BEFORE going back up. I might not be the sharpest tack but I am definitely the roundest donut in the box. Don't dwell on that. Just move on.
So there we were, standing in line at the concession stand. What took place next should not happen to anyone. O.K. I take that back. I mean it should happen to someone else. I was holding Josh and I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a nice looking woman, probably about my age, with a look on her face that clearly told me she didn't want to say what came next. And then she said it...."sir....you have toilet paper hanging from your pants....." Time froze. My brain was like an old record player that was stuck in one spot. Finally managing to form words I think I muttered something about my three year old while pointing at Caleb when she turned and walked away in midsentence. What I wanted to say was, "why are you so embarassed!? I'm the one with the *##* toilet paper hanging from my pants!!!" I set Josh down and looked around for what I at first thought would be something that got hung up down around my shoe. But noooo, "hung up on my shoe" silly me, no sir......we are talking hangin' from right out the top of my jeans. And it couldn't be a little to the left or a little to the right. No sir, this awol tp was hanging smack crack center with feeling. Yet, that was not the ultimate horror of it as I realized this hanging chad was no shorty. No sir, couldn't of been just a little whitey stickin' out the top. We are talking 12-15 inches of pure two ply. As I stood there like a paralytic crab wondering how the cool way would be to remove the tp from my trousers my mind kept frantically repeating one thought......."please don't be brown, please don't be brown, please don't be brown....."
As we stood there in line, my heart rate finally slowing to less than 150 bpm, it hit me. I have had this unannounced hitchhiker for the better part of the last hour!! Do you remember that little complaint I had earlier regarding the arena seating?!? I had been doing the crab walk shuffleslide back and forth in front of these people about 58 times. Need I remind you that proper arena/theatre shuffle etiquette is to turn you BACK to people as you stumble by. Thus avoiding belly bumps and that darn awkward eye contact. These people had a front row seat to the best show in the house! It was eye level for crying out loud!! Not to mention the countless dozens of other people the next several rows up. They were probably placing bets as to how long it would hang. I know this because that's what I would have done. You'd think the least someone could have done was mercifully pull it off. And what is that stuff made of anyway?! Is it lined with duct tape?! What are the chances it doesn't just rip off?
The internal debate was raging. The show being only about half way through, do I actually walk back up there in front of all those people or do we take the nearest exit now?
In the end I decided it was only fair of me to head back up one last time, sans the tp. That way at least the money could change hands. One hour and two souvenirs later, we decided to call it a day.
Of course when we got to the ticket window I was informed that what they really meant to say in the paper was that 3 and older were full price. My options at that point being zero, since yes, I am the parent that enjoys getting his children as excited as humanly possible about an upcoming event. The line going something like this...."HEEEEYYYYY....do YOU want to go see some REAL MONSTER TRUCKS!!!! You know, like your toys only BIGGER!!!" And this would be repeated, as if on a loop, until the proper creszendo of excitement was achieved, or snacktime, whichever arrived first. I imagine the fact that we had recorded "Monster Trucks" on the Speed Channel and had been watching them for the past month might have had an effect as well. So, undaunted, I slapped down 10% of our savings and we happily walked on in.
I managed to use the force as we made our way past the souvenir and concession stands unscathed. This is the part where I should remind the reader that the general rule when designing any sporting arena is to pack as many victims, I mean spectators, into the venue as possible, therefore maximizing their revenue by using every last *##* square foot. This will come into play later in our little story. Darn architects. I am going to have to bring that up to a certain family member next time we visit.
We made our way up to our section and found our seats, which as luck would have it, were right in the middle of a row. We had made it in just on time. Time at a Monster Truck show, however, must be a relative thing as the supposed start time came and went and went and went and there we sat. Those of you with children not quite yet of shaving age may have some perspective on this. We were wasting precious patience points with the 3 three old.
It was somewhere between "just getting there on time" & the national anthem when I noticed the first twinge. The twinge I refer to should not be mistaken for a backache, nor would it have been my funny bone. No, this twinge would be my old familiar nemesis, Mr. Bowel. At first blush I was shooting for the passing fancy. Not so much. I tried to hold off but by the time the first perspiration bead hit my forehead I had resigned myself to the inevitable. Soooo, we shuffle, excuse me, pardon me, Joshgetoverhere! our way down to the concourse. To THE bathroom. I elevate this 2 staller to such status because apparently the designers of this fine establishment apparently weren't concerned with a 20 to 2 poop ratio. That's what I figure anyway. The way I see it is if you have 4000 people in one place. Lets say half are male. So with the 2000 saps left there would be a fair to middlin' chance that 20 of them are going to need to use 1 of those stalls at any given time. Hence the 20 to 2. This is not a scientific study, but rather a compilation of life experience, Murphy's Law and a touch of common sense. Now in the interest of full disclosure there is more than one reading room in the Sioux Falls Arena. But near as my radar could tell I guesstimate it was at least a football field away, plus two flights of steps and most importantly past three souvenir stands.
So, there we were. Allow me to set the scene: One non-handicapped size stall. One overused and underflushed toilet. One large man. Two juveniles. Zero patience. Nineteen people in line. After finishing the obligatory lid prepwork and blocking Josh from crawling over to the neighbor with my leg twice, I got started on my project. I submit that Murphy played a part in this as well as I truly couldn't remember the last time I was hit with the sprints this bad. So naturally it would be now. It was much akin to lunchtime at the old folks home. There was nothing quick about it. While Josh busied himself with the extra roll of tp in the stall, Caleb for his part was being a real trooper. I think it was somewhere between the sound of the first Monster Truck starting his run and Josh doing his Caspar the Ghost routine with the tp that Caleb was suddenly struck with a moment of stark clarity. He locked eyes with me, folded his arms, and in a low, disgusted, yet unfortunately fairly audible voice asked, "Do YOU have diarrahea???" I couldn't help but laugh, then cry a bit. Finally, my project now completed, I began with the obligatory five minute Q & A session with the boys. "Caleb, do you have to go? Josh do you have to go? Caleb are you sure? Josh, why don't we go? We don't want to have to come back down here......" No, as normalcy would have it, try as I might, they were having none of it.
Excuse me, pardon, shuffle shuffle, No Caleb it's this way......Jossshhh! Safely back in our seats we actually managed to sit and watch some of the Monster Trucks. After sitting for a good 3 minutes or so Caleb asked for popcorn. Confident that he should be able to hold out for at least a half hour dad stood his ground. It was shortly after that when I realized that due to the cement floor of the arena the crushed cars had to be bunched back together after every run. The result being 45 seconds of Monster Trucks followed by 5 minutes of "bunching." By the time we sat through several "runs and bunches" the smallest human had also chimed in on the "we want popcorn" chant. "Excuse us, sorry, sneakpastyagain, pardon, Joshgetoverhere..." One large tub of popcorn, and two Sprites later....."Us again, sorry, oops, Calebwaitillwesitdown, shuffleshuffle, suckitin, JOSHHHH!" We then managed to get in a good half hour of loud vehicles with big tires squishing little cars before out of the corner of my eye I sensed movement. Turning my head I realized the movement was Josh who appeared as though he had an army of ants loose in his pants. It was a classic case of "I really gotta pee but I can't tear myself away from those big trucks." Happens to me all the time. Soooo......"sorry, excuse us, noyoucan'tstayhereCaleb, shuffleshuffle,trip,ouch!Joshgetoffthefloor...." After little man did his thing Caleb of course asked for more food. Most of us go to a game and have a little popcorn. Our Caleb goes to a concession stand and occasionally notices a sporting event taking place. I love him. Dad finally decided to get ahead of this game. TRANSLATION: We went back to the concession stand BEFORE going back up. I might not be the sharpest tack but I am definitely the roundest donut in the box. Don't dwell on that. Just move on.
So there we were, standing in line at the concession stand. What took place next should not happen to anyone. O.K. I take that back. I mean it should happen to someone else. I was holding Josh and I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a nice looking woman, probably about my age, with a look on her face that clearly told me she didn't want to say what came next. And then she said it...."sir....you have toilet paper hanging from your pants....." Time froze. My brain was like an old record player that was stuck in one spot. Finally managing to form words I think I muttered something about my three year old while pointing at Caleb when she turned and walked away in midsentence. What I wanted to say was, "why are you so embarassed!? I'm the one with the *##* toilet paper hanging from my pants!!!" I set Josh down and looked around for what I at first thought would be something that got hung up down around my shoe. But noooo, "hung up on my shoe" silly me, no sir......we are talking hangin' from right out the top of my jeans. And it couldn't be a little to the left or a little to the right. No sir, this awol tp was hanging smack crack center with feeling. Yet, that was not the ultimate horror of it as I realized this hanging chad was no shorty. No sir, couldn't of been just a little whitey stickin' out the top. We are talking 12-15 inches of pure two ply. As I stood there like a paralytic crab wondering how the cool way would be to remove the tp from my trousers my mind kept frantically repeating one thought......."please don't be brown, please don't be brown, please don't be brown....."
As we stood there in line, my heart rate finally slowing to less than 150 bpm, it hit me. I have had this unannounced hitchhiker for the better part of the last hour!! Do you remember that little complaint I had earlier regarding the arena seating?!? I had been doing the crab walk shuffleslide back and forth in front of these people about 58 times. Need I remind you that proper arena/theatre shuffle etiquette is to turn you BACK to people as you stumble by. Thus avoiding belly bumps and that darn awkward eye contact. These people had a front row seat to the best show in the house! It was eye level for crying out loud!! Not to mention the countless dozens of other people the next several rows up. They were probably placing bets as to how long it would hang. I know this because that's what I would have done. You'd think the least someone could have done was mercifully pull it off. And what is that stuff made of anyway?! Is it lined with duct tape?! What are the chances it doesn't just rip off?
The internal debate was raging. The show being only about half way through, do I actually walk back up there in front of all those people or do we take the nearest exit now?
In the end I decided it was only fair of me to head back up one last time, sans the tp. That way at least the money could change hands. One hour and two souvenirs later, we decided to call it a day.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Spanish Immersion Donation
I got the "official" invite and donation details today in Caleb's backpack. See the "Dancing" post below for additional details.
"Your donation will help us enrich the immersion experience by helping to bring native Spanish-speaking teaching assistants into each classroom, as well as funding miscellaneous Spanish Immersion needs. Four teaching assistants are needed for the 2010-11 school year at a cost of approximately $3500 each. Please encourage your family and friends to attend this important event! If you are unable to attend but would like to make a donation, please send donation to Rosa Parks Elementary School at 5701 E. Read Oak Drive, Sioux Falls, SD 57110. Please make checks payable to Parent Advocates for Spanish Immersion. Thank you."
"Your donation will help us enrich the immersion experience by helping to bring native Spanish-speaking teaching assistants into each classroom, as well as funding miscellaneous Spanish Immersion needs. Four teaching assistants are needed for the 2010-11 school year at a cost of approximately $3500 each. Please encourage your family and friends to attend this important event! If you are unable to attend but would like to make a donation, please send donation to Rosa Parks Elementary School at 5701 E. Read Oak Drive, Sioux Falls, SD 57110. Please make checks payable to Parent Advocates for Spanish Immersion. Thank you."
________________
Tomorrow is Career Day at school and Caleb wrote a little report on why he wants to be an astronaut. He said that he wants to see the moon someday. He is so excited to wear the costume I put together on short notice! He also wants to be a dentist, doctor and a teacher....depending on what day you ask him! Tonight he asked each of us what we wanted to be when we grow up. Jon told him that he wanted to be a Cowboys football player, I told him that I was already doing what I wanted to do when I grow up...a mommy, Josh said that he wanted to be a fireman. We had no idea that he was writing each of our "dreams" in Spanish! He asked me to come in his room and he wrote each of our careers out in Spanish. I am amazed that he can form his thoughts and then actually spell the words! Smart little guy...in whatever he decides to do!!
Caleb is reading what he wrote in this video clip!
P.S. - Jon was putting Josh to bed tonight and Josh said that "he was scared that Caleb might fly away to the moon when we put on his space suit tomorrow." Jon said, "he can't fly away because he does not have a spaceship." Josh said, "what if mommy buys him a spaceship?" Jon said that "they are too expensive and we would not buy Caleb a spaceship." Josh said, "what if mommy goes to work and buys a spaceship?" Jon said, "we would be sad if Caleb flew away in a spaceship and Caleb would not want to be alone in space anyway." Josh said, "what if I go to space with Caleb?" Jon said that "we would be lonely without Caleb and Josh." Josh said, "don't worry, you can play with Mommy!"
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Dancing...
We turned on some Latin American music on Pandora Radio after dinner tonight and Caleb and Josh had fun dancing to some Latin tunes. Caleb has a Spring Fiesta program on April 17th and he will be performing with his class and other Spanish Immersion classes. He is dancing with his favorite "friend" Claire Y and will be doing a few other songs. He is so excited to wear his "sparkly"costume and sing/dance! We all had fun tonight dancing the Salsa!!
The Spring Fiesta event is open to anyone that wants to attend and it is a fundraiser for the Spanish Immersion program in SF. It is put on by the parents of the children in Spanish Immersion. The school district only supplies the funds for one teacher aid for all 5 classes, so it is up to our group of parents to come up with the funds needed to fund exchange students (about $3,000 per exchange student). Each exchange student lives with a family and attends school at Augustana College. They also spend part of their day student teaching in Spanish Immersion classes. It is a good learning experience for the exchange student to learn English, and it is great for the kids in the Spanish Immersion classes to hear Spanish from a native Spanish speaker. It is our goal to bring 3-4 exchange students in for next year, so $9,000 - $12,000 is needed to do that. Teacher aids are essential to the success of the program, so if anyone would like to make a donation to the program, let me know and I will get the details on how to do that. Any help is greatly appreciated!
Caleb's vocabulary is fantastic and his teacher had great comments on his report card this week. "Caleb is able to recognize all Spanish sounds. His reading and writing has been consistently improving since last reporting period due to the fact he is able to decode words and knows all high frequency words. He is speaking in full sentences and is able to express his feelings and needs in my class. Muy Bien! Caleb is always eager to help out his classmates when needed. He is completing all his assignments on time and works very hard to get his work done accurately and quickly."
Monday, March 22, 2010
Happy St. Patty's Day & Happy Birthday to Me!
Jon was in Rapid City for a few days, but made it back early to celebrate my birthday last week. I got the boys all dressed up in St. Patty's Day green and we went to Applebee's for dinner. Caleb told us all about how there were Leprechauns at school and how sneaky they were and moved things around their room. He said that no one found the pot of gold though!
Jon brought this huge chocolate cake back from Jerry's Bakery in Rapid City. They make the best donuts (and cakes we found out) around. It was the best cake I have had in a long time! Josh could not keep his eyes off it once he saw it...he has a sweet tooth like his mommy and preferred to eat all the frosting and not the cake (unlike his mommy...I am not a big frosting fan)!
Jon bought me some fun new summer clothes, a book and jewelry and had fun putting each item in its own bag with the boys. They enjoyed giving me ALL my gifts!
Caleb made me a very special card and gave me a big birthday kiss...the best gift ever!!
Jessie...
Jessie is starting to feel more like a member of the family now and she really is a good dog considering she is a puppy. She turned 5 months on my birthday.
She loves walks and she loves to chase balls...but not bring them back all the time. I keep telling her that she is a retriever but I don't think she knows that! We will have to work on that if she is going to be a hunting dog!
We are 1/2 way through obedience training and she is doing pretty well. She does great in the house, but when we get outside it is harder to keep her attention. She loves leaves that blow in the wind and she is noticing the robins and likes to watch them very closely.
I take her on a walk each morning before the boys get up and that has kept her "naughty" energy at bay for the first 1/2 of the day. We also have her trained on a treadmill, so she gets a 20-30 minute jog/walk in a few times a day. She LOVES that and goes on the treadmill as if to say... "Please turn this fun thing on!" I will have to get a video clip of her on that sometime to post...quite funny!The boys love her (most of the time) unless she is stealing their toys...I love her (most of the time) unless she is stealing their toys!
She is definitely going to be a water puppy. She is fascinated with the boys in the tub. I think if I let her, she would jump in with them! She is totally entertained by their tub toys...especially this little frog squirt toy. Caleb loves to tease and squirt her with it and she likes to try and eat the water! As you can see, it is entertaining for all!Bowling Juke & Jive
I forgot to include this little video of Caleb bowling on our last post. Cute how he moves in the direction that he wants the ball to go... I think he might have some ants in his pants too :)
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Aunt Sarah Visit
Aunt Sarah came for a visit the end of February...brave I know...in the doldrums of winter in SD! We went to a movie night at Caleb's school on Friday night which gave us the perfect opportunity to show Aunt Sarah his classroom. We saw the movie Bolt and the kids were so excited to be able to wear pajamas to his school!
He loved showing us all his letters and the "jobs list" in his classroom. I believe he was in charge of sorting the lunch boxes at the time.
Joshy giving Aunt Sarah one of his stinker looks...he is good at those, isn't he!?
His favorite activity with Aunt Sarah was drawing maps and playing monster trucks.
We all thought it might be kind of fun to try out a little bowling for the first time in about 15 years! Caleb and Josh had never been and really liked the idea of giving it a try!
Jon scored about 180, Alisa scored around 130, Aunt Sarah scored about 110 and Caleb got around 50. Josh threw a few for Jon!
Josh was more interested in driving his new monster truck on all the smooth hard floors and sorting all the balls!
Caleb LOVED bowling and did pretty well considering how heavy the balls were. We opted to have the bumpers put down so that he had a chance to score :)
The last night Sarah was here we celebrated an early B-Day with really bright green cupcakes! She also got me some beautiful roses!
Thanks for coming all the way out to SD to see us Aunt Sarah....you are a trooper! We love you and miss you!Happy Valentine's Day
Well, better late than never...right?! Jon thought of a fun little game to lead the boys to their Valentines gifts this year. He went out and bought some little M&M's (an all time favorite of the boys) and some mini Oreo cookies. He also got some heart shaped napkins and put a "J" or "C" on each one.
Each heart had the goodies and took them closer to their Valentine's gifts... Josh took his time collecting each little goodie and Caleb raced through the course and had 1/2 of them eaten by the time Josh made it to the end!
Josh enjoyed opening his gift to find a little Lightning McQueen tool box and a new favorite book...
Smash Crash! He has most of it memorized now!
Caleb has been wanting a globe puzzle for quite some time...so we had fun putting that together with him!
We all enjoyed Chocolate Cream pie for dessert...a favorite of ALL the boys in the house!
Caleb made a heart matching game with Spanish words at school that finished off the evening!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
"He will NEVER leave my heart?!"
We celebrated a very special day in our family on February 13th this year! Joshy and Daddy were reading a great board book called, "If Jesus Lived Inside My Heart?" After the book, I told Josh that Jesus lived inside Daddy's, Mommy's & Caleb's heart. He asked, "Can Jesus live inside my heart?" I told him that Jesus would love to live inside his heart if he asked him too. He said, "And He will NEVER leave my heart?!" I said never, ever! He said that he wanted to pray and ask Jesus to live in his heart foreber (as Josh would say)!
We prayed a little prayer and then talked about what that all meant. Caleb gave Josh a special rainbow heart to wear that said, "Jesus Loves ME."
This was a special time for us all. We told Josh that Jesus and the angels were having a happy party celebrating that he was a part of God's family. He thought that was pretty great!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)