What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Monday, August 11, 2008

Boy toys



Lots of things occupied my children during their (our) stay at Grandma and Grandpa's. For my boy child, it was 99.999% of the time equipment. The kind you ride on, and the kind you drive with chubby fingers. The kind you ride on always ALWAYS won out, but on the off chance that he couldn't hitchhike a ride on a four-wheeler, kayak, tractor, truck, lawn mower or doodlebug...he settled for the toy trucks that occupied his Papa in days gone by.



And always while driving: the vrooms and vibrations of real motors bounced off his lips. I never knew that car sounds were innate in the male gendered species, but these sounds have echoed off his lips since the time he was a bitty.



You learn all sorts of crazy things when you have a boychild. I am still not fully prepared...

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