The Rodeo

I got woken up at 10:45 last night by the sound of someone screaming my name from the other end of the house. Matty could hardly breathe and so we ended up rushing down to the hospital to get him sorted out.

By the time we were 5 minutes down the road, his breathing was much better, but still a bit wheezy. We debated turning around, but figured we may as well take him to the hospital and just make sure everything was OK.

Turns out he has croup, and the doctor said it was a good thing we brought him in. After a quick dose of steroids, we brought him back home. Tucked into bed at 2:30am. And back out at 6:15… ah well, he seems happy enough now.

It’s a bit awe-inspiring how a disease considered a killer not so long ago is now just a minor irritation, that can be sorted out with a quick swig of a clear liquid.

Many thanks to God for letting our kids have access to such healthcare.

RodeoClown: tired.

I Ian, in the presence of God,
take you Jennifer to be my wife;
to have and to hold
from this day forward,
for better for worse,
for richer for poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish
as long as we both shall live.

This is my solemn vow and promise.

—

Jennifer, with this ring I wed you;
With all that I am and all that I have
I honour you;
In the name of God. Amen.

RodeoClown: doesn’t promise much.

I’m not really sure where the time has gone, but the little dude I caught at 5:32am on one fine Tuesday morning, has turned four.

He’s doin’ fine!

One of my wife’s traditions is to ask the kids what cake they want from the Women’s Weekly Birthday Cake book.

Matty chose the rocket cake. Jen’s not planning on making one again - it was quite tricky. But also awesome and tasty.

Clinkers, freckles and fruit sticks - how can you go wrong?

RodeoClown: loves his biggest boy to the moon. And back.

I found this amusing:

RodeoClown: easily amused (and pointing to his head).

Stuff Christians Like.

RodeoClown: likes this.

If you are a lady who gets surgery to make you look like a dude downstairs, and then the government gives you a bit of paper that says they will pretend like you are really a dude, and not just a lady with a beard and some dangly bits stuck on, and then you decide that you want a kid and stop taking the dude-pills, so you can get pregnant…

I think that pretty conclusively proves that you aren’t really a dude. Just a lady who really wants to be a dude - and I mean, what lady doesn’t?

RodeoClown: is a real dude.

I’ve been mucking around behind the magic blog curtain this morning, so if anything breaks, please let me know.

RodeoClown: wonderfully wizard-like.

This is awesome. Really, really awesome. Spontaneous musical numbers breaking out at a food court? Just like Real Life(tm)!

You can read all the details at the Improv Everywhere site.

Update: if the video doesn’t play, click on the link and you can see it there instead.

RodeoClown: would also like a napkin serviette.

I thought this was quite insightful: Andrew Barry’s Blog: Matthew 5: Jesus on adultery.

I’ve pasted the entire post here (it’s pretty short).

Read Matthew 5:27-30.

I think Jesus wants us to link two words together: adultery and hell. If we think of adultery the first word that should come to our minds is hell.

If we ever think, “will I commit adultery?” (of the heart or otherwise)then we should ask ourselves, “do I want to go to hell?”

RodeoClown: doesn’t.

Baby #2 is no longer a baby. But he is still 2.
2 awesome that is!

Happy birthday Jester!

RodeoClown: also fighting the man. But not too much.