Tonight's sermon was on Ephesians 6:1-4.  Pastor Jeff was pointing out that the command to obey parents is not qualified with any age limitations.

Me:  "Did you hear that?  Uncle Jeff said that kids have to honor and obey their moms and dads forever.  Even when they're teenagers and even when they're grown ups."

E:  "One day, you're going to die." 

The other day, E's preschool teacher stopped me after class.  Beaming, she told me that the director of the preschool had just lead a parents tour and stopped by their class to observe.  It was Bible time and one of the teachers was quizzing the kids on their comprehension of the stories they had learned over the course of the last few weeks (mostly about Moses).  There, before the watchful eyes of prospective preschool parents, E's teacher was nervous that none of the 3 year olds would be able to answer.  She happily reported that E not only answered the questions, but went on to tell the rest of the narratives.  She added that the parents were wowed.

I told my daughter how happy it made me that she knew the Bible stories.  A day later, she and I had this brief exchange on the way home from school.

E:  "Hey Dad, do you know how I knew the answers to my teacher's questions?"

J:  "How?"

E:  *whispers* "I have the movie."

My wife and a lot of our mutual friends-who-are-mothers keep these blogs that, I must confess, I love to read.  Partly, these friends are gifted women with fascinating lives.  Partly, they write and think about areas of life that I should hear and learn more about. 

I could write their (inc. my wife's) praises for lines and lines.  But it's daddy time.

Mondays are a doozy for me.  The day before, Sunday, is typically a work day for me now that I'm a real, live pastor ().  So, already, my energy level is a little low from meeting, greeting, etc.  But Mondays are still the day I think I look forward to most right now, for the following reasons:

1.  Mondays, I have class.  I love learning.  Right now, my class is somewhat intimidating b/c there are people there who are wayyyyy smarter than I.  But at 30 years old, I'm finally learning how to delight in others' giftedness.  So, I'm being sharpened, and it feels great!

2.  I get 3-4:30 all to myself.  If I can get myself to stop freaking out about things I could be doing, this is an amazing time of solitude and silence.  Plus, I get to ride the bus.  It just feels so right to take public transit. 

3.  Mondays, Lisa has class at night.  That means, I get to bathe the kids and put them to bed.  I LOVE feeding babies.  Ever since I finger-fed my newborn daughter in the hospital, I've loved having the chance to feed my babies.  Bottle feeding my son is a treat, too.  Bathing and putting the kids to bed is also fun.  Reading to my daughter is just another chance to teach her about life in the Kingdom of God.  Oh, and when Lisa's not here, I can throw my son up in the air to make him laugh without her feeling anxious. hehehehe.

*Daddy Dilemma*  Ok, dads.  It's bath time and you've just filled the baby's tub and the bath tub.  Big sister is in the tub and you've just put little brother in the baby tub.  As you begin to wash the little stinker, you feel something warmer than the water you've put in the tub.  That's right, your little champ is peeing in his bath water.  What do you do?  Wash him in his own pee?  Throw him in the tub with Sister Chaos who thrashes and splashes about wildly?  Just skip bath time? 

Tuesdays are a close second because a.) I get to be in charge of the kids again (though for less time) and b.) I like seeing my co-workers after the weekend since most of them take Monday off.  (weak sauce; j/k) 

Well, this certainly was no mommy blog in either gender or caliber.  But I thought a daddy blog entry was long overdue.