If you were expecting some analytical thinking or something spiritual about Jesus and his disciples, I'm sorry to disappoint.
This is all about Torin's toy Jesus and disciples. Chris bought this "toy" for a small group he was leading a year or so ago. It is a boat with Jesus and all the disciples. What's weird (other than the fact that he bought it) is there are 13 disciples instead of 12. Not sure why, but I counted and it's true.
Torin now plays with this quite often. He loves to put the disciples in the boat and then dump on the floor and say, "Disciples fall down" or, "Disciples in water."
He puts the disciples to sleep and wants to change their diapers. He lines them all on the changing pad and then lays down next to them. He also asks for wipes...for the disciples. So I give him one and he wipes them off.
He likes to kiss the disciples too. And he likes mommy to kiss them too.
And then there's Jesus. Jesus came to Trader Joe's with us last week. He likes to put Jesus on the stairs and say, "Jesus, go sleep." He even shared his chocolate lollipop with Jesus. He said, "Jesus, taste."
While all this is fun and games (and so amazingly cute I can't stand it) I pray that his love for the real Jesus is just as enthusiastic.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Friday, April 08, 2011
Kiss you, Help me and other Torin sayings
Feel like it's time for a post on all the fun new things Torin is saying.
He now says, "Kiss you" and will likely pull you to him. That means that he wants you to kiss him. It's only been a short while that he's actually been saying, "Kiss." Prior to that he said, "Tiss." Both are cute as can be.
Now when Torin says, "Help me" it means he wants to help you. When we get home from the grocery store, he runs into the kitchen yelling, "Help me, help me." He wants to help me put the groceries away. But when he needs help, he just says, "Help, help."
One of his new favorites is, "One more time." We went to Wal-mart and took a walk by the fish. He looked back at the fish and said, "One more time." I think I need to teach him, "Last time" or he'll keep saying, "One more time."
This morning he was in his bed playing and he pushed the button on a toy and said, "Yay! Great job!" Love it!!
He's such a funny guy!
He now says, "Kiss you" and will likely pull you to him. That means that he wants you to kiss him. It's only been a short while that he's actually been saying, "Kiss." Prior to that he said, "Tiss." Both are cute as can be.
Now when Torin says, "Help me" it means he wants to help you. When we get home from the grocery store, he runs into the kitchen yelling, "Help me, help me." He wants to help me put the groceries away. But when he needs help, he just says, "Help, help."
One of his new favorites is, "One more time." We went to Wal-mart and took a walk by the fish. He looked back at the fish and said, "One more time." I think I need to teach him, "Last time" or he'll keep saying, "One more time."
This morning he was in his bed playing and he pushed the button on a toy and said, "Yay! Great job!" Love it!!
He's such a funny guy!
Sunday, April 03, 2011
The haircut and the lost ticket.
Sounds like a fairy tale or a nursery rhyme. But it more resembled a nightmare.
I decided to try a new hair person (highly recommended by a good friend) and it just so happens that she's located at Pentagon City mall. I hardly ever go to the mall and I certainly don't love going to a mall where I have to pay to park.
The haircut went pretty well...the only thing I potentially regret is telling her to give me some long bangs. And if I end up being really sorry about that, it will be my fault because I told her to do it. Other than that, I would say it was fairly successful.
After the haircut, I headed out to the garage, paid $2 for parking and got into my car. I quickly realized that I no longer had the paid parking ticket in my hand. I got out of the car, retraced my steps from my car to the ticket paying thing and didn't see it anywhere. I tore my purse apart and didn't find it. I looked all around the car...alas, no ticket.
There was nothing else to do...I couldn't find it. So I drove to a cashier exit and explained to the lady what happened. She asked me if I had a receipt. Of course I didn't have a receipt...why would I need a receipt for paying $2 in cash? (Bet your bottom dollar I'll be getting a receipt every time from now on.)
The only option that resulted in me being able to actually leave the garage was to pay the $16 lost ticket fee. I was in tears as I handed her my credit card and by the time I exited the garage, the tears were flowing. I called Chris to tell him I was on my home and told him what happened. His response? "Why are you crying?"
I was so mad. I had just paid $18 to park to get my haircut. I don't let go of those things very easily...it irks me when I make those kinds of mistakes. And I'm definitely my own worst critic.
When we got home from church this morning, Chris opened the passenger side door of his car (the car I drove yesterday) and holds up the green ticket. It was between the seat and the door on the passenger side and must have fallen there when I tossed my stuff onto the seat.
I will so be calling them tomorrow to try to get my $16 back. Hopefully this story will have a happy ending.
I decided to try a new hair person (highly recommended by a good friend) and it just so happens that she's located at Pentagon City mall. I hardly ever go to the mall and I certainly don't love going to a mall where I have to pay to park.
The haircut went pretty well...the only thing I potentially regret is telling her to give me some long bangs. And if I end up being really sorry about that, it will be my fault because I told her to do it. Other than that, I would say it was fairly successful.
After the haircut, I headed out to the garage, paid $2 for parking and got into my car. I quickly realized that I no longer had the paid parking ticket in my hand. I got out of the car, retraced my steps from my car to the ticket paying thing and didn't see it anywhere. I tore my purse apart and didn't find it. I looked all around the car...alas, no ticket.
There was nothing else to do...I couldn't find it. So I drove to a cashier exit and explained to the lady what happened. She asked me if I had a receipt. Of course I didn't have a receipt...why would I need a receipt for paying $2 in cash? (Bet your bottom dollar I'll be getting a receipt every time from now on.)
The only option that resulted in me being able to actually leave the garage was to pay the $16 lost ticket fee. I was in tears as I handed her my credit card and by the time I exited the garage, the tears were flowing. I called Chris to tell him I was on my home and told him what happened. His response? "Why are you crying?"
I was so mad. I had just paid $18 to park to get my haircut. I don't let go of those things very easily...it irks me when I make those kinds of mistakes. And I'm definitely my own worst critic.
When we got home from church this morning, Chris opened the passenger side door of his car (the car I drove yesterday) and holds up the green ticket. It was between the seat and the door on the passenger side and must have fallen there when I tossed my stuff onto the seat.
I will so be calling them tomorrow to try to get my $16 back. Hopefully this story will have a happy ending.
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