Requiem for Barney

Zac composed a great little piece after our Life Group meeting last night which had Seth cracking up when they got home.

Barney is Dead
(sung to the tune of "Joy to the World")

Joy to the world
Barney is dead
I barbequed his head

Don't worry 'bout his body
I flushed it down the potty
(Ed. note: Here's where the rhythm breaks down significantly...)
For-eh-eh-ver,
For-eh-eh-ver,
For-eh-ver, forever,
Barney is dead.

If you are a future employer of Zac reading this 15 years in the future, please realize he is not a sadistic monster and would make a fabulous employee for you. After all, who among us have not had dark thoughts about things we would like to do to shut Barney the dinosaur up.

Blane's Dictionary

I started a list of Blane's funny sayings. It's a little light on content now, but as I remember more and he says things, I'll have a forum to record them.

Zac's Party

Zac is planning his birthday party now--to be held the 17th. He has opted for a basketball-themed party (note: the idea of using two trashcans for goals has been scrapped. Whew.). Anyway, he wants only basketball-themed games, basketball cupcakes, and orange balloons decorated like basketballs. I am not sure we will be doing cutsy-tootsy goody bags like I did for Seth--don't know how that would go over with 8 and 9 year old boys. Maybe just manly bags of some sort. At least we should be able to go outside on May 17th, barring some thunderstorms. I have appointed Zac as Officially In Charge of his party. I will keep everyone apprised of the latest developments

Zac's glasses

Zac bent his glasses yesterday while playing outside and last night they snapped in half. Fortunately, they were still under warranty, so today I went by Walmart and they replaced the frame in about 20 minutes.

Popular

Seth has a little friend up the street who is in his kindergarten class. They frequently play together in the afternoons before I pick up Zac. Paige's mother is the co-prez of the PTA at school, so she often is babysitting/switching off with other moms who are involved in PTA stuff. Seems like the crowd enjoys it over here, because three of these little girls who are in Seth's class have been coming down lately to play when they're together. I hear a ding-dong and open the door to these three little girl faces who say, "Can Seth play?" I don't mind a bit that they're here, because they all play really well together. They like to go upstairs and make Martians with Seth's Martian Matter, swing and slide, play tag or hide and seek. Seth, of course, eats it up, because he wants to be where the party is.

Tonight at the dinner table, I was telling Scott that the Kindergarten Gang was down this afternoon. "Seth is popular with the ladies, " I said.

Zac, who barely recognizes that half the world's population is female and would rather eat spinich than hug his mom, said, "Well, I guess I'm popular with the men."

If he said that at 20, I'd be worried, but at almost 9, I think that means he's all boy.

Funder and Lightning

Last night the tornado sirens went off twice. I've learned since last spring not to get too whipped up about that, because anytime there is a warning anywhere in the county, they have to blow them. We turned on the TV and found out the "tornadic" storm had crossed 435, was currently around Cabela's and headed towards downtown. No sweat for us; we didn't even go in the basement for that one.

There was another cell tracking our way south of Olathe, but we had about 25 minutes until it hit, so I told the boys to run upstairs and shower, so we'd all be ready, just in case. We got everyone bathed and dressed and came down to watch the show. The sirens had stopped, so for the moment, this was just a dramatic thunderstorm. We turned off all the lights and sat in the living room to watch God's lightshow. The older boys loved it; Blane balled up in my lap and buried his face in my side. Then the weather radio went off again, and we heard the sirens blow for the second time. When we turned on the TV, the rotation was just south of OP, headed toward Belton, MO. Again, no problem for us.

There was no way Blane would be able to sleep by himself, so he went to bed with us. About 1:45, our weather radio went off again about thunderstorms, so Scott turned it off. I lay in bed and listen to the storm begin to roar. It built to a tremendous intensity--louder than any I'd heard in a long time. After about 15 minutes, I asked him to turn on the radio again. It was annoying, but I was a bit worried about what might follow this storm. We hit the button to hear the latest report and the guy was talking about 70-80 mph winds. It sure sounded bad outside, but the trees around our house are sturdy and old. So we listened to the howl for awhile and went to sleep. Blane was content between us.

The morning fortunately showed no significant damage. I think the ones who got pounded were the northern and eastern suburbs.

What Was That?

Last night, Scott and I were talking about a little buddy of Seth's who has especially athletic-looking parents (BTW, the kids were long gone from the table). "That kiddo is going to be an (athletic) stud in high school, and Seth will be sitting in the bleachers cheering him on."

Scott said, "Maybe Seth will be a fast point guard and will pass the ball to him."

I replied by making a comment that that would be fine with me as long as Seth does not decend into the seamier side of (unfortunately, even high school sometimes) athletics, involving "bedding girls".

Scott replies, "Well, a little of that would be okay with me."

Eeek. "WHAT???!!! Bedding girls?!!!"

He laughed, "Oh, BEDDING girls! I thought you said something else..." (I think he thought I said "betting" maybe?) "No, we don't want him bedding girls!"

Whew. Glad we got that straightened out! :)