Joe or God

All of the kids have been so good during out time in Colorado. They have weathered so much change and so many people coming and going with grace and steadiness.
I was reminded of a story about Joe that happened a while back when he made a similar comment to me this past week.
We (Jeff and Joe) were driving somewhere together. Joe was just perfectly happy and content, and as I looked at him in my rear view mirror, I said, "Joe, I love you so much."
He replied quickly, "You shouldn't love me so much that it would make you stop loving God."
I don't know how much he understands the truth of what he's saying, but it makes me praise God to see that there are ideas and ideals in his mind that I don't even fully grasp.
I do love God more than my family and more than Joe. I pray for them all the time, and I pray that they will love me in the same way. Pray for Joe and our three other kids.

Colorado

I'm in Colorado because my parents choosed to go there. I'm gonna learn about French. Uncle David is teaching me. Bye.

Okay, Joe wasn't really into this. He said he wanted to... but... that's what you get this time. We're at Mission Training International. It's a completely self-contained place. So we eat, sleep, learn, and play here.

Home from School

Joe goes to school from 9 to 11:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He enjoys it, and he always returns quite proud of himself.
Today when Joe got home he was carrying a stuffed dog and a tiny suitcase into which he had stuffed a rubber snake for show-and-tell.
He came to me and asked me, "Dad, how do you spell 'chip junk?"
"c-h-i-p j-u-n-k," I said, "Why?"
"That's this guys name, and how do you spell chip?" He asked.
"c-h-i-p"
"That's the dogs name. They're almost the same, huh."

Joe Calls Them As He Sees Them

Help Out

The other day we were all sitting around the dinner table. My dad asked Joe, "Are you going to help out when the new baby comes?"
"No!" Joe shot back with a little bit of disgust.
We were all surprised. He was in such a good mood, and we were all waiting cheerfully for his sweet little, "jYes."
Someone chimed in with, "Joe, you're a really good helper."
And I asked, "Why don't you want to help?"
Questioning our intelligence Joe said, "I'm not a doctor!"
(by Jeff Frazee)

Joe and Ugly

Pappy (Joe's dad's dad) wrote this to Jeff (Joe's dad) in an e-mail.

"I told Joe this morning that something was ugly and apparently he didn't even know what that word meant. He thought about squiggly and that's what a snake was....

Anyway, I think it shows excellent parenting that your child really isn't certain what ugly meant. You should blog about that sometime!!!

Thanks,
Pappy"

Joe is pretty great. Sometimes what your kids don't know is more impressive than what they do know.

This is a picture of me. Granny was sitting next to me. I jumped on the trampoline. Granny was here to celebrate with us, to have DrewB's birthday with him. (Spoken by Joe)