Early Thursday morning, Timothy and I fly to Philly for a doctor appointment and a splint pick-up, only to return home by dinner. A quick trip with no wasted time.
Of course, other than in the area of diapering, steady movement is always good when travelling with a toddler!
Looking forward to the adventure.
"For this reason, I am sending to you Timothy, my son whom I love. He will remind you of my way of life in Christ Jesus" (1 Corinthians 4:17). This blog represents a father's reflections on the many ways his son Timothy, diagnosed with Beal's Syndrome at birth, reminds him and others of life in Christ Jesus
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
God Doesn't Like Ugly
Since we have been studying the Byzantine Empire here at Green Valley Academy, we took a little field trip to the Greensboro Greek Festival. Opa!Before chowing down on gyros, we took a tour of the local Greek Orthodox church, learning about the rich symbolism in the church's architecture and design. I was surprised how engaged Timothy seemed to be along with his big sister.
From there, we went home to finish up our science lesson, as we have been learning about the planet Mercury. Having little atmosphere to offer it protection, Mercury has been pelted with asteroids over the years, resulting in a crater-covered surface.
As a hands-on activity, my daughter and I decided to "make craters". Taking a huge bowl of flour outside, I instructed Anna Ritchie to go into the yard to find a rock. We would then toss the rock into the flour . . . and presto . . . instant crater.
So . . . off she went, returning with rock in hand.
Well, that was . . . until her rock was soon discovered to be a piece of dried poop from our Boston Terrier.
I laughed! She shrieked in disgust! A priceless moment . . .
Running inside to wash her hands, I followed her in to offer a good ole ribbing.
Entering into the bathroom where Timothy and Teressa were, I proceeded to say, "Anna Ritchie was told to get a rock and came back with something quite different!"
My wife, in defense of our daughter remarked, "That may be, but while you are picking on your daughter, did you realize are standing barefooted in a puddle."
Sure enough. Timothy had tried to use the potty, and missed. I was standing squarely in the middle of "Timothy tinkle" . . . being reminded: God doesn't like ugly.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Foul Ball
Q: What does Albert Pujols of the Saint Louis Cardinals, a fan's bloody face, Down Syndrome, and a foul ball all have in common?A: God's Providence
Time spent reading this story is time well spent.
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