The First Day Of School

Curious George started kindergarten Monday and was inspired to write this song. He had a great day which must have really sparked his creative juices.

(Sung to… lala la laaaaa)

It was the first day of school
When the bus came here
I was going to go to school
Until the bus broke down on me
And then the bus started going
But they didn’t fix it
and the driver was still in
and they saw a face
and a body in the air
And it was stealing the bus
And then the teacher said
EVERYONE!

GET OUT OF THE BUSS
A GHOST IS INSIDE !
And then this is happened
We were driving to school
And then the bus broke down again
And the ghost flew out
And they started to build the buss
And they were building the buss
For days....
And the days went by slow
And then the months went
It went summer, fall , winter
And then monsters existed
And monsters can break the doors
So I ran back to my house
And drived my car back to school
And the teacher was with me by my side
And I was old enough to drive a car
I drove it to school
And we found all these ghostest
At school and the ghostest were nice
But no one was at school everyone
Was gone including my teacher
My teacher drove away
And I wasn’t in the car
And then the ghostest flew out
And chased the teacher to her house
And the teacher ran and ran and ran
And ran to her house
Her house was across the world
So she ran so far
She bought a car
That didn’t’ have any gas
So she pushed it to a gas station
And pumped up some gas
And went to her house
And the ghost chased her back to school
And the car broke down
And then tow trucks didn’t exist
So she ran to school
She ran so far
She bought two cars
And left one at home
But she shouldn’t have done that
The ghost was chasing her
In a race car
And she was driving
She drove so far
She bought another car
And left it there
And more ghostest went
And that was a race car
And then she drove and her
Car blew up
But before... she ran out
(sing the last line very slowly)
And all the students were on the buss
The end

Living In Christ

Living In Christ
Let every part of your life--your person, your style, your direction, your flavor—be in Him. When you’re in Him, then you’re based on truth. You’ll be honest and genuine through and through; you’ll be coordinated, all of a piece; you’ll be in harmony with yourself. And then you can grow within yourself to unlimited dimensions—and all because you’re in God.

Faddish lives age quickly. They’re not based on God, who is greater than all culture and all generations, so twenty years from now they’ll seem faded and “out of it.” Anchor yourself to the great “I AM”, and you will develop more and more into a woman who is ageless, whole, true, and at rest.—ANNE ORTLUND Disciplines of the Heart

For in Him dwells all the fullness of the godhead bodily; and you are complete in Him, who is the head of all principality and power. Colossians 2:9-10

Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think of anything as being from ourselves, but our sufficiency is from God. 1 Corinthians 3:4-5

For whatever is born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that has overcome the world—our faith. Who is he who overcomes the world, but he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God? 1 John 5:4-5

Lord, You know my desire is to follow You. Help me to stay the course and keep my eyes focused on You no matter what goes on around me. Give me strength not only when I am weak but always. You’re strength is what I want to rely on not my own. Open my eyes so that I may see how you are at work around me and through me. Help me to be faithful in seeking You. I thank You for Your sacrificial love. And I thank You for Your patience with me. Mold me and make me according to Your will.

I hate footprints

My conversation with Lover Boy started when he was talking to himself as he painted a picture. He kept saying over and over to himself “Me hate footprints”. I decided to talk with him about it.
ME: What are you saying?
LB: Mommy, me hate footprints
ME: you what?
LB: Me HATE footprints
ME: I hate footprints
LB: you hate footprints too?
ME: no silly, say I hate footprints instead of me hate footprints. Umm why do you hate footprints?
LB: I hate footprints
ME: I know but why?
LB: ‘cause I hate footprints, I hate mommy footprints, dada footprints, brother footprints and sister footprints. I hate all those (he doesn’t have a sister)
ME: Is there a reason you hate them
LB: yeah
ME: why?
LB: ’cause... I hate footprints
ME: what do you hate about footprints?
LB: What I hate about footprints is I hate moner footprints
ME: did you say monster footprints ?
LB: yeah, not people,.. actually I do
ME: What does hate mean
LB: hate means bad, me tell my teacher , teacher, does hate mean bad and she say (different voice) yeah hate means bad. See, hate mean bad.
ME: What is a footprint?
LB: footprint is... is... see these (points to feet) um... um.... no tell you yet follow me (walks outside) mama help me find mud
ME: what? Why mud
LB: I need mud to put my feet to make footprint
ME: does water work?
LB : no must be mud
ME: let’s just try water
LB: (steps in pool) see, no make footprint
ME: step on side walk right after you get your foot wet
LB: oh yeah, but not good because disappears
I never did find out why he hates footprints, but it was a precious conversation with my three year old.

Soggy Mac 'n Cheese

Little Professor decided that he would make himself some Mac 'n Cheese for lunch. I've been trying to slowly teach him how to cook, so I let him do it all. I kept telling him he needed to check and recheck the instructions.

Little Professor new best and skipped the "drain the pasta" part. He added the fake powder cheese and butter to the swimming elbow macaroni. I didn't know what he had done until he asked when it would get thick.

No worries, I scooped up the excess water and he thought it was the best ever because he had made it himself. It was just a little soggy that's all.