Archive for March 2010

She comes by it naturally

March 31, 2010

This was A’s latest Mrs. Potato Head creation:

K was so proud.
The shoes matched the purse.


He speaks the truth

March 30, 2010

The other day, J and A were quietly playing together, when all of the sudden, J blurted out:


A, being oh so quiet and demure, said:

“J, it’s not very funny to say poop.”

To which J replied:

“Yes it is. It’s very funny to say poop.”


March 29, 2010

While K was off gallivanting with our friend CPQ this weekend, our church hosted our annual Easter festival for kids, called EGGstravaganza (and yes, I’ve had to add that word to my spellchecker).  You know the drill: popcorn, cotton candy, egg hunt, puppet shows, slides of death…

We’ll come back to that last part in a little bit.

This was my first time behinds the scenes at one of these shindigs, though.  Overall, it’s a lot of work, but is a great outreach to the community.  It’s free, but gets folks into a church who might not ever darken the door.

The event actually started early for me.  Since our Facilities Manager retired about three weeks ago, his duties have fallen to me temporarily. One of those duties is closing the parking lot for the EGGstravaganza the night before.

Even a church can be creepy at midnight

The next morning, we were still finishing up a couple of things:

Like prepping 1500 lunches

Always a good sign when the police pitch in to help set up

So everything was ready to go.  But we we couldn’t get started …

…until the guests of honor arrived.

A couple other folks showed up too.
I’m really glad the fire marshal wasn’t one of them.

The puppet show seemed to be a hit:

Next it was on to the Easter egg hunt…

…with 1500 of our closest friends

J, A, and Nana are in there somewhere.

The ponies stand ready for riders.
BTW, it is really amazing how much
poop such small ponies can produce.
Just sayin’.

After nearly killing other children for a tiny piece of candy in a small, plastic, color-not-found-in-nature egg, J and A were ready for some real food.

This was A’s definition of “real food.”

As was this.

After these little snacks, it was time to partake of the various attractions.  Since the pony ride line was approximately 14 hours long, we decided to head to the inflatables.

This line was not much shorter.
At least it was a nice day.

This is the slide they wanted to ride.
Does this picture instill a sense of foreboding

Isn’t this the part in the movie
where they start playing ominous music?

Let’s look at just the good parts again:

Kinda reminds me of watching the Zapruder film.
Back and to the left, back and to the left …

OK, there were no Js harmed in the filming of this picture (although our friend CPQ thinks we should submit this to America’s Funniest Videos).

He was back in the saddle again in no time.

However, I would not let them ride the mini bungee jump.

It’s just my rule of thumb to never ride any mechanical apparatus
that can be transported on the back of a flatbed truck
and setup in under 10 minutes.

So several hours later, everyone finally went home.  Of course, the real work fun had just begun, since we still had other church activities starting three hours after the end of the EGGstravaganza.

Who made that decision?  Oh, yeah, that would be me.  Remind me to send myself an email about that later.

Our friend Gary manned the cotton candy machine for 3 hours.
A lint roller and a shower may be in order.

Everyone pitched in to help clean.
This is our Family Life minister.
I call this picture “Good staff meeting material.

Overall, a lot of work, but a lot of fun.

In a story rut

March 26, 2010

So, here’s yet another story that starts with “So J was going to the bathroom…”

So J was going to the bathroom at bedtime when suddenly we hear A yell:

“No J, in the bowl!”

Seriously, he’s got to hit a 9″x13″ oval target from a distance of, what, about 7 inches away?

I can’t imagine his aim is going to get any better as he gets taller.

Helps the medicine go down

March 24, 2010

Whoever invented pre-cooked, pre-crumbled bacon
should be considered for sainthood.

More than meets the eye

March 23, 2010

So K is heading out of town this weekend to meet up with our good friend, CPQ, for a girls’ weekend in Chicago. K and I were out and about the other day when she came up to me with this:

“That’s a interesting purse,” I said.

“Oh, it’s not a purse,” she replied. “It’s a collapsable bag. I’m going to it take to Chicago to carry back all my purchases.”

Now you know why I’m having a new limit put on her credit card.

Wherefore Art Thou, Imnotned?

March 19, 2010

Some of you proud 8 readers of this blog may have wondered why I’ve gone dark the past couple of days.  Did I come down with something?  Are the kids OK?  Did my wife kill me after finding out that I’ve put a limit on her credit card before her upcoming girls only weekend?

No, none of those things happened.

Except maybe the credit card part.

I have been knee deep in Church Crises du jour.  Well, maybe not crises.  But at least a whole lot o’ sumpn’ sumpn’.

Let’s start with the fire department, shall we?  No, the church did not burn down.  But Tuesday we had our annual fire alarm testing at our main campus building (yes, more fire alarm testing, but at a different building).  Which is kinda ironic since they haven’t done this testing in about 10 years.

Kinda makes a mockery of the whole “annual” part, eh?

So, imagine two fire inspectors, two sprinkler technicians, two alarm technicians, two fire suppression system technicians and one elevator technician (guess he couldn’t get a date) running around a 117,000 square foot building.

And, as you can imagine, there were alarms involved.

For.    7.    Hours.

Needless to say, I don’t think the Child Development Center kids rested during nap time.  And the senior adult choir had an even harder time hearing the piano.

I did learn something new.  This is how they test smoke detectors:

Yes, I know it didn’t alarm.  It waits 20 seconds to make sure it’s not just some random puff of smoke.  It did work.  Trust me.  I know the difference between a working alarm and a non-working alarm.  I got to experience first hand what a non-working alarm sounds like (or doesn’t sound like), since an entire portion for the building’s alarms didn’t work.

Can you say “vi-o-la-tion” boys and girls?  I knew you could.

Fire department not enough for ya?  How about EMTs?  They were responding to an epileptic seizure.

Not mine, although it felt like it at times.

A woman here for a class went into a seizure.  911 was called.  Lots of commotion.

Did I mention this woman only speaks Spanish?  CPQ, I may have to put your number on speed dial for just such an occasion in the future.

Luckily, I was able to grab one somebody who could translate, and we got the necessary info from this woman before they took her to the hospital.

Information like, oh I don’t know, what is your previous medical history? Are you allergic to any medication?  Oh, yeah, and whom should we call to pick up your children who are we are watching in our children’s center?

And completing the public service trifecta is the police.  Can’t say a whole lot about this one for privacy reasons.  Let’s just say I’ve heard some interesting stories in my time.  But nothing quite like the stories I heard this week.

OK then, that’s enough excitement for one post.  Hopefully, next week we’ll be back to your regularly scheduled program of witty banter, cute kid pictures, and random Elvis sightings.