Saturday, May 25, 2013

Cooper and Penny and Grandaddy

Dad has been in town all week to play with the kiddies ...

Sunday evening Nana came over, too ...

Friday, May 24, 2013

Cooper and Penny and Grams

Mom came for a visit last weekend!

Friday, May 17, 2013

Sounds like life to me

By Jeff Rushing
Godly Daddy contributor

I'll admit it, I'm zapped. And not the good kind like the Scott Baio movie. (Man I miss the 80s.)

You know how in Star Wars when Luke tells Wedge to fly away because he supposedly "can't do any good back there," even though Wedge could at least provide a buffer between Luke and Vader in only the most important mission in Rebel Alliance history? Yeah, something like that.

I find that I don't have any patience for things that irritate me, such as the fact that Mickey D's in our area now serve breakfast starting at 3 a.m., so when I'm on my way to work I can't have a burger and fries (to make up for that workout at the gym). If you're up at 3 a.m. it's because you've been up for a while, not because you woke up and want breakfast.

Meanwhile, at home I'm overwhelmed dealing with a 3 1/2-year-old boy who wants to play outside all day, never sleep and never eat, and a 19-month-old girl who might burn the house down at any minute, so great is her rage at not getting to drink from the juice cup with Dora the Explorer's head on it.

I delight in my kiddies, and playing with them is a highlight of every day. I just don't get enough sleep because of a weird overlap between my work schedule and home schedule, and I grow frustrated by the lack of time to finish any project in any reasonable time.

This has decimated my joie de vivre, which is either French for "joy of life" or "jive turkey," I forget.

But you know what gives me encouragement? Our very own Messiah was tired and hungry and even seems to get annoyed quite a bit in the Gospels.

Jesus' humanity is on display all over Matthew, Mark, Luke and John:

In Matthew 21:18-22, Jesus was so hungry that he curses a fig tree that wasn't producing any. Wouldn't you like to smite Burger King sometimes when they forget the toy out of the kids' meal? Of course, Jesus was able to turn it into a teachable moment about faith. My cursing would be a sin.

Walking through Samaria in John 4, Jesus was pooped and plopped down by a well looking for refreshment. The disciples went to get some grub, but He still took the opportunity to convert a Samaritan woman who was shocked how much Jesus knew about her troubled personal life.

Mark 3:1-6 tells of the time Jesus laid the verbal smack down on the Pharisees when he healed a man on the Sabbath, much to their dismay. Jesus is said to have been "deeply distressed at their stubborn hearts" before he went ahead and performed the miracle, much like when I get tired of asking Cooper to bring in his toys from the patio and just do it myself.

Finally, the one everyone remembers, the only true case of righteous anger in history, Jesus overturning the money-changers' tables at the temple as told in John 2:13-25. Before he did so, Jesus "made a scourge of small cords" and drove them out. Jesus ain't got time for that.

Surely, of course Jesus had much more control of his emotions than I do, since even when he was tired and hungry he went out to the crowds to teach.

I, on the other hand, go sit on our big brown chair checking email on the Kindle Fire and pretend not to notice that Penny is climbing on the piano to jump off with a balloon hoping to float away like Piglet.

Maybe Jesus would sing the Darryl Worley song "Sounds Like Life to Me" while I complain:

Sounds like life to me; it ain’t no fantasy,
It’s just a common case of everyday reality,
Man I know it’s tough but you gotta suck it up,
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy,
It sounds like life to me.

So, since I won't be getting an extra sleep anytime soon and there never be enough time to get everything done, what can I do?

Prayer does help. Every morning on the way to work I ask for God's help to show the fruits of the spirit throughout the day, at work and at home. And in the car. And at the gym. And walking on the sidewalk. (You get the idea.)

When it comes to my kiddos and the times they threaten to drive me bonkers, I can remember verses like James 1:19 - Why, my beloved brothers, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath and Ecclesiastes 7:9 - Be not quick in your spirit to become angry, for anger lodges in the bosom of fools.

Or, I can find a comfortable place to curl up in the fetal position and try to rest my foolish bosom for a few quality minutes.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Penny, Penny everywhere

Yes, she climbed into the bathtub while it was draining from Cooper's bath. Penny's a little impatient to get what she wants:

You think she's tired here?:

Monday, May 13, 2013

Cooper and Penny's Pooh book time

Penny loves her frilly girly clothes ...

Oh yeah, nothing can go wrong here ...

Friday, May 03, 2013

Cooper and Daddy on the carousel

Cooper was excited to ride the dragon on the carousel at the Wolfchase Galleria a few days ago. My camera phone is a little blurry but you can tell we had fun ...

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Cooper and Penny in the backyard

My Kids Are Not The Community’s Kids

My latest for

I know you’ll be shocked to learn about political disagreement on the internet and cable news. I know, the sky is blue and all that.

A kerfuffle erupted earlier this month when MSNBC host Melissa Harris-Perry said in a promotional spot that “we have to break through our kind of private idea that kids belong to their parents or kids belong to their families, and recognize that kids belong to their communities.”

On its head the statement seems innocuous. We’ve been inundated with the “it takes a village” stuff for two decades now, after all. The idea of our kids being helped along by many people isn’t that bad.

But it never stops there. In addition to her “Village” material Hillary Clinton also said that “we have to start thinking and believing that there isn’t really any such thing as someone else’s child . . . For that reason, we cannot permit discussions of children and families to be subverted by political or ideological debate.”

There’s the idea among the Leftist elite that they know what’s best for us and will implement laws to do so, whether it’s making it illegal to sell drinks larger than 16 ounces or the government inspecting school lunches brought from home to check if they meet USDA guidelines.

There’s a famous story of former Texas Republican senator Phil Gramm telling a woman of Clinton’s ilk, “My educational policies are based on the fact that I care more about my children than you do.” She says, “No, you don’t.” Gramm replies, “Okay: What are their names?”

Jim Geraghty of National Review Online is blunt in his assessment of this worldview: “(F)or a couple of months, you thought that “Gangnam Style” was cool and exciting. You buy houses you can’t afford, study majors that leave you unemployable, believe politicians’ promises, buy lottery tickets and ignore the astronomical odds of winning, obsess about the lives of celebrities that have absolutely no impact on your lives, and believe that the appropriate response to your team winning the championship is to riot. I’m not sure I would trust you to water my plants, much less take a role in the raising of my children.”

My kids are a gift from God, not The Community.

This is the same community of loose morals and political correctness that is going to force me to have “The Talk” about five years sooner than I want to talk to my kids about intercourse and internet monsters.

This is the same community that thinks smoking in movies is the eternal sin because it leads to children puffing, but will get huffy if you suggest that the violence, sex, drugs and foul language are just as influential.

Getting Biblical, The Community was easily persuaded to release a criminal named Barrabas instead of the Christ.

Our church has a parent/child dedication twice a year, during which parents hold up their kids to God and promise to raise them in a spiritual household, and the church vows to pray and help the parents so that the children have a godly upbringing.

The dedication prayer does not say, “We pledge to do what God wants, unless of course The Community thinks it’s weird religious stuff, in that case we’ll give in and go along with what they say.”

Harris-Perry later defended herself with more of the same, writing, “I have no intention of apologizing for saying that our children, all of our children, are part of more than our households, they are part of our communities and deserve to have the care, attention, resources, respect and opportunities of those communities.”

If this means she’s going to pay for my diapers, happy meals and private school tuition, then I’ll have a sit-down to discuss terms. If it means you’re going to try to change my kids because of what you think of my social views as a Jesus follower in the culture wars, then no thanks.