Food Fight

Well last night I disqualified myself for father of the year. As Katie went to bed she said she was hungry and Janet told her no food. I left the room and went on about my nightly business and finally went to bed about 10:00 PM. About 12:30 AM Jasmine starts screaming I have no idea why, but Janet was handling it and since it did finally wake me up I went to see if I could help. But by that time Janet had managed to get Jasmyn calmed down and back to sleep. So back to bed we went.

A short time late I was awakened by a small hand patting me on the chest. I lifted her into our bed since I knew that was what she wanted. "Poppa, I'm hungry" was next on the hit parade. My first instinct was to tell her no since there was (in my mind) no way this child was hungry. Before she went to bed, she had eaten enough to have fed a small third world village. But she whined and I relented. As I stumbled to the kitchen I muttered to myself (or to the cats) "one day I'm going to wake up and find that she has eaten us." I got some honey ham and brought it back to her.

"No. I don't want that ham." she said as I placed it before her. "I want the other ham." Not being in the best frame of mind at that time of the morning, I grabbed her out of bed and took her to the den where we sat in a battle of wills over honey ham versus lunchables. I did not want the crackers in my bed and we are not running restaurant. Silly I know, we finally after two hours compromised on cereal and grapes and I fed her the cereal so there was no mess. She was happy and I was glad to get back to bed and near as I can tell she still loves me. Lesson learned after bedtime is no time to fight over food.

I Don't Want Them To Grow

Yesterday I dropped the kids off at the babysitters, Kathy's. As I went to leave Katie reached her arms up to me and whined "Poppa!" I guess many parents at this point would have been annoyed, but although I was cognizant of the time, I was not. I just reached down and picked her up. I could have held her forever. There is just something about when she reaches up for me and says "I want to hold you" that just warms my heart. I love to sit and watch TV with her on my lap and it doesn't bother me when her extremely curly hair tickles my nose. I love and cherish every moment of it. I know the time will come when she will be much more independent and won't want or need me anymore. I'm already beginning to miss her when she was younger, when she had to be carried everywhere.

I remember when she first learned to walk and hadn't learned to talk quite yet. She and I would walk to the mail box when we lived in our apartment. She would chatter the whole way to and from. She would chase after the neighborhood dogs, even though I tried to teach her that you don't run up to strange dogs.

I remember teaching her to walk. Everyday we would come home (Janet wasn't home yet) and I would prop her up against the couch and hold my hands out for her to come to me. What a wonderful day when she took those first steps!

I see Jasmyn learning things differently, she has learned to crawl and she is everywhere we let her go. She just loves to be mobile and I think she may be ready to start learning to walk.

One day in the future I'll be wishing for these days back.

God and the Election

Well I guess we all know about the election. I'm going to have to say, I am not pleased but thanks to our pastor, I realize it doesn't matter. God is in control.