– The more rears there are in a home, the faster the toilet paper is used up. Adding to that effect, is that every booger needs it’s own square.
– Bedtime is an art. Not a science.
– If toys can fit in the mouth, they will fit in the mouth.
– My wife may not be Superwoman, but Superwoman could never do all that my wife does. I win.
– My daughters are just as cute when I’m upset with them. This does not help with discipline. The first step of which, is disciplining myself to be more disciplinary. Sometimes I approach it the wrong way and hurt my feelings. Then I find me apologizing to myself, skipping past the discipline, and in the end – Addie is down the hall with a new toy.
– I’d much rather decide to get up at 5:30am, than be woken up at 7am.
– If my life involves more things that require organization, I become a more organized person. (slightly)
– I enjoy the art involved in putting words together.
– The Redwings no longer have Yzerman playing for them. Or Chelios. Or Legace. Or Federov. Or Larianov. Or Shanahan. (but I still love them.)
– When saving a date for something important, it’s good to have the correct date.
– Speaking of dates, date nights resemble college once again. Can’t afford anything big, but don’t need much more than to be together, away from the bustle.
– I miss having 7 or so guys to jump in a mini-van together and drive to a concert, ending the night hitting someone’s dog on accident, arguing a bit, and locking ourselves in the van until we’ve settled.
– Facebook is awesome.
– Facebook is horrible.
– I’m simultaneously so glad and jealous that I didn’t have social networking websites available to me when I was a teenager.
– Dietrich Bonhoeffer was a man whose life is worth over 1,000 pages of biographing.
– Ants LOVE my daughters and their inability to keep food in their mouths and dishes.
– I enjoy doing the dishes, because there is a measurable start, finish, and sense of accomplishment.
– No, I won’t do yours.
– I am blessed, and still thirsty for the supernaturally unexplainable outpouring of God’s Spirit on a life that is complete, and yet incomplete without each of these areas being given New Life…looking forward to Pentecost Sunday…
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