A Day At Work With Daddy

Way too many pictures for words. Enjoy.

Strawberry Kisses

A lesson on strawberry picking:

First, find a huge field full of strawberry plants.



Next, hunker down beside one with some bright red strawberries attached.



They should look like this:



It helps to taste a strawberry here and there to make sure you're on the right track.



If they taste the way they should, just keep on pulling the plants.



Don't forget to clean your mouth every once in a while.



Did I mention you need to taste a strawberry every now and then?



You can't be too careful when it comes to taste.



Then you'll want to fill up the carton, calculating of course for the sample berries from the field.



Make sure never to leave a fat red one behind.



Last of all, show off all the fruits of your labor.



That's about it when it comes to strawberry picking. Stay tuned for how to spend a day at the local amusement park, with pictures.

Shamed By A 1-Year-Old

One of Buxton's newest interests seems to be causing some moral questioning in our household. The boy flat out loves his Bible--loves it. Won't go to bed without at least two Bible stories, then a perusal of basically every other page in the book. He runs into his room and picks this picture Bible up off the shelf, returns to the living room and lets go only when the Spirit leads.



Which brings up a peculiar problem. Do I take his Bible away from him? How do I tell him, bedtime or no bedtime, to stop reading the Word of God? That feels about as wrong as anything can, yet he'll stay up into morning flipping through his Bible pages if we let him, looking for and pointing to "Gigi," the blessed Son of God. We've been through Noah, Ester, Job, Nicodemus--the whole lot of them.



Then this morning, just when I thought I knew the worst (best?) of it, the boy shamed his daddy. Buxton decided to wake up at 5 a.m., Anna decided she would sleep and so I got baby duty. I coaxed him into the guest bed with me for a few minutes sleep, only to find me wake a minute or two later to him sitting up in bed reading a book called, I jest you not, Six Secrets to a Powerful Quiet Time: Discovering Radical Intimacy with God. Didn't know we had that book. You couldn't pay me any amount of money to tell you where he got it. Suffice it to say I slept no longer this morning.



In all seriousness, I couldn't be happier for my son. Anything else, at least on this topic, is a me problem.

Ball Ball?

So this past Friday we had the opportunity to mesh together two of Buxton's favorite pastimes. For one, the boy absolutely loves basketball.



See?

Anyway, a family that we've known for a while now through church (the wife of said family also keeps Buxton most days) offered us tickets to go see the Bobcats play the Clippers. Not a couple of days later, dad and Kayne scored some tickets through work. That left myself, Anna, Buxton, dad and Kayne all set to see our first ever Bobcats game.

Before the game we went out to dinner at a Charlotte eatery dad frequents for lunch.





We were pretty pumped to score the tickets, as evidenced by our free time out in front of the arena and the ample seating when we arrived more than a half hour before tip-off.





Buxton had a blast. That other interest of his? If you've ever seen the boy when music plays, let alone the crowd-pumping rhythms of a pro basketball game, you know what else he enjoyed.







Ok, so maybe you noticed I got Buxton's new jersey (day of) on sale. I went through every reasonable store in an entire Charlotte mall to find him that outfit. You'd have thought I was in outer Botswana looking for Bobcats gear. Anyway, he didn't seem to mind. And nobody tried to draw a mustache on him.



All told we all had a blast, and the Bobcats won. Buxton got a new ball ball, and he got to flirt with a few of the team dancers (he's not too big into all that, much like his daddy). The seats were great, and we definitely owe the folks in this next picture. Thanks Gales!

KidScience

It's been a while now, but dad and I recently went to a new exhibit for kids at Discovery Place. For anyone living near/visiting the Charlotte area with kids, I would definitely recommend it. Here is the write-up I did for the newspaper, followed by several more pictures.