A Party at Our House

Hannah and I were at Walmart this evening getting a few odds and ends.  I decided that while we were there that I would go ahead and get something for tomorrow night's dinner.  Now tomorrow is Wed. and with having church I always like to make sure that Wed. night dinner is something easy to fix.  So, for tomorrow I decided to simply buy something that was heat and eat.  We went to the frozen foods and I grabbed a thing of Mexican style lasagna.  As I picked it up I said to Hannah, "Look we don't even bother getting the 'family size' anymore.  We go straight for the 'party size.'"  She didn't exactly agree though with my sentiment that, "Without even inviting another soul, every night in our house is a party."

The Noise

Last night I was tired.  I'm always tired on Sunday night.  For me Sunday is a work day and I get tired.  Last night was no exception.  Despite this, I was sitting at the table with my wife, some kids were wrestling, some were arguing with me and mom about, well, I can't even tell you what we were discussing.  I can tell you this, the house was loud.  There was noise coming from everywhere it seemed.  It was sheer chaos and I was tired.  Never the less, there was this little smile on my face.  Never the less, I wasn't going anywhere.  My little house seemed to be just one big crazy loud mess last night and it was wonderful.  Even with everything, even with all the noise, there was peace.  I love my family.  I love my wife.  I love my kids.  And just between you and me, I often joke with my kids about looking forward to them moving out so my house will be quiet, but really I'm going to miss the noise.

Playstation...bringing brothers together.

Bonding.

Passing on Works of Faith

In college I had a professor who said the only real ethical reason to have children is to pass on your faith.  Obviously, I would like to be able to do just that with our own children.  Of course, Scripture teaches us that faith without works is dead and if the discussion that my children were having the other night is any indication of some of the work they are planning than hopefully it is an indication of the faith they have in God to provide them the ability to fulfill that work.  You see, the work they want to do is adopt. 

Somehow a discussion began on how many children they were going to have.  All but Hannah, who said she wasn't having children (which are words of a moody teenager who is just bothered by the fact that she is greatly outnumbered with 4 brothers but who didn't want to leave the babies in the orphanage in Ethiopia), said that they were going to have children and that they were all planning on adopting.  It seems to me that this is a good work of faith to pass on.

With 147 million orphans in the world who need a home, I hope you'll pass it on as well.

To Dance or Not to Dance, That is the Question!

So we have these birds. They are nice birds and we enjoy having them. Now it should be noted that the Daddy bird really likes Momma bird. When he is in, shall we say, a particularly playful mood he begins to do a little dance to get his wife's attention. When he does this, we often make some comment that has led Feromsa to ask why we don't want Daddy Bird to dance. We've told him that dancing leads to babies. And well, you guessed it, Feromsa is now determined never to dance and he becomes very concerned when his Dad ask Mom to dance.

Ah, to dance.

You Steal My Heart Away