Isaac's Cleaning Service

Recently, we've begun working on helping the boys understand the value of money. We've given each of them 3 chores worth 25 cents apiece. Most days they manage to pocket 1 or 2 coins.

Each of them have the chore of cleaning their own rooms. But we also made the rule that if Mommy or Daddy clean their rooms, we've done their chore and they owe us the 25 cents.

Last week, I told Isaac it was time to clean his room. To my surprise he quickly went to his room.

"This is working great," as I patted myself on the back for our ingenious plan.

Moments later, Isaac came to me and handed me a quarter.

"You clean it."

I don't know how he pulled this off, but I now get paid to clean his room with money I gave him in the first place.

Red Hariy Prophet

Isaac woke up early on Tuesday morning and told me of his eerie dream. He told me that he was playing on the fort when I came outside and told him,

I'm not going to be your Daddy anymore, Jesus will be your new Daddy

Then he told me I flew up to the clouds. Creepy.

Emenies

Luke has a hard time with the word "enemies" over and over he says "emenies." Just yesterday he tried three times to say it and it came out "emenies" three times. Exasperated, he finally said, "our friends on the other team."

Tummy Troubles

Isaac was sick on Thursday night and all day Friday. He threw up once, and had a noticeable fever.

We were trying to proceed cautiously with him today even though he was feeling better.

At dinner he was eating a hot dog when he started complaining that his tummy hurt. He was literally screaming and groaning as if he was in terrible agony. Instantly, Bek picks him up and rushes him into the bathroom so he can throw up in the potty.

NOOOO! I DON'T NEED TO THROW UP! AHHHHH! MY TUMMY HURTS!!!

Then all of a sudden...

BUUURRRPPP!

"I didn't know that burp was on it's way."

Strange Sight

I saw the strangest car. Well, nothing so strange about the car itself. It was some sort of Nissan minivan.

You know how cars have the dealer printed on the corner of the trunk? This one said, "Jidahu Tokyo." Okay, so you don't run across too many cars bought in Tokyo, but it got weirder. The license plate holder said "Juarez Co" and it had Mexican license plates. So, it's a Mexican car bought in Tokyo.

To top it all off, I expected the driver to look either Mexican or Japanese. Nope. Plain, boring white person.

Then I said what you are all thinking...

"The Japexicans are taking over this place."

The Greatest Week of the Year

We are 23 hours into the greatest week of the year. Is it my birthday week (a Cowell family tradition)? Nope. Anniversary? Huh-uh. Raise week? Shark week? Trade sides of the bed week? None of the above.

It's Fantasy Football Draft Week. The "War Room" officially opened its doors last week with the annual dusting off of the Fantasy Football Database. This glorious apparatus of modern technology is the basis for all things Fantasy Football. It is a compilation of every NFL player's statistics from the prior year.

It's breadth is unparalleled. It's applications too numerous to comprehend: Strength of Schedule metrics, Value additivity analysis, Cost-replacement measurement , and bonafide, baby-proof contraception.

And as a pre-emptive measure - not like this will surprise any of the loyal followers of my sporadically updated blog - don't expect blogging for the next 145 hours.

After all, there are autoregressive correlations to calculate.

Happy Birthday Jeremy!

My brother-in-law turns 30 today. So instead of a typical Happy Birthday e-mail, I thought I would tell the blogging world what I love about Jeremy.

He's a great uncle

Uncle Jer-Bear really dotes on his nephews and loves to play with them. And they love him. For example, Uncle Jer-Bear has shelled out over $40 buying Star Wars figures for his nephew Luke, just so he could have toys to play with while they watch Star Wars together. And he's let us invade his house until after 11:00 at night watching the movies. Oh, and he learned how to juggle just so he could impress his nieces and nephews. He's a great uncle.

He's the glue that hold us together
Jeremy and I play on the worship team together, and while we can function without any of us, Jeremy is the hardest to replace. He is a very talented drummer, which makes him the coolest of us by far. I can't tell you how much I appreciate him and how talented he is.

He's my best friend.
I love to talk baseball with him, but it's not your typical talk. More like, how we can't stand Craig Counsell, or Craig Biggio. Come to think of it, how many Craigs do you like? Probably none.

He's also my personal iTunes service. If I don't know a song, I'll sing a few bars for him and he'll say, that's "The Fog by the band Cumberland. Did you know that their bassist, Neal O'Hara, also can't stand Craig Counsell" (I made up that song and band by the way). Hey, "The Way" is a song, by "Fastball." Thanks JB!

There are so many things I love about my brother-in-law its impossible to write them all down.

But there is one more thing that I love. He's 30!