Raisin' the Bar

On more of a serious note, but nonetheless this brought a massive smile to my face and warmed my heart. Andrew, our 4-year old, was greatly saddened to not get the chance to say the family prayer the other night. So, I said that the person who was called on, which was Jenny, could delegate the assignment if she wanted, and of course, she asked Andrew if he would say the prayer. Andrew always gives meaningful and thoughtful prayers, but this prayer for some reason really struck me. During part of the prayer Andrew asked Heavenly Father if he would bless us to be a Great Family.

That really struck me. In today's world it is not just good enough to just be just good enough. Thanks Andrew for your example and petition.

Wrestling at Twenty Paces

My four-year old, Andrew, loves to wrestle. In fact, he is actually getting pretty good. He has mastered all of the great techniques that I have taught him, like feigning injury if for some reason you get rolled onto your back. We are even able to use wrestling as a means to get him to eat healthy food. We just say, "Well, it looks like dad is going to beat you at wrestling today if you don't eat your brussels sprouts," and he's on them like a tornado in a trailer park. Talk about pretty strong psychology, I won't even eat those yucky things.

Well, Andrew has taken his game to an all new level. His latest strategy is to catch me at my weakest moments and then fly out of nowhere at full speed in an airborne tackle. Like the other day I come in the door after running a grueling 8 miles, and before I knew what hit me, I'm on my back with Andrew saying, "Let's Wrestle", and then he counts to three as fast as he can while simultaneously slapping the ground to indicate the pin. I had no chance. He was like lightning and I was...well, like pooped.

Like I said, he's getting good. He's got me always looking over my shoulder. I'm losing sleep thinking that out of the darkness at 3:00 a.m. will come this ninja styled attack. Who would have ever thought that a preschooler could strike the fear into the heart of man by uttering the words,

"LET'S WRESTLE!"