Wednesday Nights

Matthew is lucky enough to have two parents working with the youth. This means that every Wednesday he gets to go hang out at the church. This Wednesday was a combined activity in which Nick planned Broom Hockey.

 

One look at the action, and Matthew and his friend Jessie dove under the chairs for safety!

P.S. I still hate blogger. This post took 3 times as long as it should have.

Did you miss us?

I get so tired of constant change. Especially online.
Facebook forced to timeline. I took that as my initiative to leave. And I thought I'd go back to blogging.
Now Blogger is forcing a change.
The problem is I tried those new ways. I hated them. There has always been something that doesn't work right, and usually doesn't work nearly as well as what came before.

I know change is inevitable, but if it's not broke, why fix it?
Here's a picture to tide you over while I decide if I'm just going to go back to writing emails instead of blogging and facebooking, and whathaveyou.


Or no picture. If I have to spend more than 5 minutes figuring out how to load a picture, it's not worth it to me.

You got lucky. It only took 4 minutes.

Artist on the Walls

I was vacuuming and turned around to find this masterpiece:

Apparently, he figured out it was wrong, because he tried to help:

Thank goodness for washable crayons, and Mr. Clean erasers. It took literally no time to turn the wall back to this:

Ready to GO GO GO GO

Matthew likes to wear other peoples shoes. Mostly, because he can get them on. It was a surprise when he came up to me and said "Go Go Go Go" (Thanks PBS and Cat in the Hat):

He put his own shoes on, and on the right feet! It may not be perfect, but it's awesome for a toddler. And I'm happy my little boy still needs my help.

Spit Milk

I know I'm not supposed to cry over spilled milk, but how about spit milk?

I'm not sure where he learned it, but Matthew thinks one of the funniest things in the world is to take a huge sip of his drink, and then spit it at the animals. The animals have caught on, and run away, but usually too late for my appliances.

Chloe found a nice high place where he can't get to her.