Bless You!

On the way to daycare this morning Noah had the hiccups. So Christian decided that he needed to "sneeze" everytime Noah hiccuped. I think he thought Noah was faking the hiccups since they think it's funny to fake sneezing all the time. I asked Noah "Noah, Do you have the hiccups?" To which Christian replied "No, I have the bless you's!"

I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that, I'm cool like that...

I'm CUTE like that...

I hope you had the time of your lives....

For the past four years I have been involved with a youth group program at our church called "Godparents". The name is kind of deceiving, in that when most people hear it they do not automatically think "teenage youth group", they think we are training people to be godparents or something. Which is far from what we do. I like to think that we are "training" teenagers to live their lives in faith..with God always being a huge part of what they do...how they live.

We started out with a small group of freshman. We met every Wednesday night during the school year with the same group of kids from the beginning of their freshman year until they all graduated from High School at the end of May. For the most part we had the same 10 kids over the course of four years...at some point we had as many as 12, but no less then 10. I was one of their "godparents". My partner in crime was the mother of one of the boys in our group. We met at their house every week..mostly because she had the room for all these teenagers, and didn't already have a house full of kids like me. :)

I can truly say that this was one of the best experiences of my life. Getting to know these kids, meeting with them every week. Watching them grow in their faith. Sharing their lives and dreams with us each week. I will truly miss each and everyone of them. I wish them all nothing but the best in life and hope that God looks over each of them in all that they do.

Boys Will Be Boys

Last week I pointed out to my oldest step-son that he was desperately in need of a hair cut. This child, who for the last two years has pretty much kept his head clean shaven, was starting to resemble Shaggy; the Scooby Doo character, not the reggae musician.

He was pleased to inform me that not only did he already know this, no doubtedly because we had said it at least a dozen time that week, but that he already had a hair cut picked out. We had already shot down his notion to have a star shaved into the side of his head like some rapper who's name escapes my mind right now, so I was prepared for what he was about to present to me; a head shot of David Beckham...with a mohawk.

I just smiled and said "Whatever", which I think caught him completely off guard. For some reason he was totally obsessed with this hair cut, which honestly surprised me to say the least. We're talking Mr T hair here, from the kid who speads more time in the bathroom getting ready in the morning then me..even when he has no hair on his head.

Needless to say my husband wasn't at all impressed with his idea for a hair cut, but in light of resent events, we've decided that we need to "pick our battles" when it comes to dealing with a 16-year-old. We know first hand that there are worse things he could do.

So here he is sporting the new do. I personally think it's quite entertaining. Makes me laugh every day. My husband just rolls his eyes at it, and pretty much everyone else just thinks he's nuts.