I told him that was good, I was glad. The reason I was glad, was because I don't want him to feel jealous or left out or envious of his little brother. But the result was that Stu got a really cute but very worried look on his face and looked up and said "Daddy, is it BAD to be cute?"
I just told him; no, and good thing for him. Then I told him that cute just looks better on 5 year old's than eight year old's... Of course, at that point, the girls just couldn't take it anymore and both started complaining about how offended they were that Isaiah is calling himself eight...
I have really enjoyed this weekend; it's been a good one for being a father. I have had several good "teachable moments" that I have actually taken advantage of. I am really enjoying this phase of life; having kids that I can talk to about serious things, like my faith, what to expect from the world, or how to behave in the face of adversity. I enjoy that much more than wiping butts, looking for shoes, picking toddlers up out of mud. My cup runneth over, and as I said in the B.O.B. meeting Sunday, I have had several occasions to remember that I that I have; all that I can do, or have done, I owe to god. It has been the "Theme" of the weekend. I feel that I was able to convey that thought effectively to my children; at least the older ones. At least they realize that I take credit for nothing; I'm not really talking about material things, but for any kind of success that I have realized in life. It would take me hours to write it out, but let me just say: "but for the grace of god..."
It's been a great weekend; I got some things done around here, and it's been healing to my soul, worn thing by the constant chaffing of a 55-60 hour work week on an average of 4 hours of sleep per night, and dealing with the triple digit weather. Come on Winter! Or at least Fall...
