Oh the joy…
Posted by Brett Veenstra
Check this next storyboard…
Normal Mode
Destructo Mode
Reaction (after my hair settled back upon my scalp)
Gettin’ to Work
At least it was a chance to talk about forgiveness and how Christ cleans us up! 
The Answer: The End
Posted by Brett Veenstra
So what is this?
It’s the End.
The End of Diapers.
#5 has taken to potty training and is doing quite well on her own thank you.
She even backtalks to this potty when it tells her she’s gone: “I’m not done you silly potty!”
I didn’t think I’d live to see the day!
What does this look like?
Posted by Brett Veenstra
Take a minute and guess (besides the obvious)… I’ll post the answer tomorrow evening.
Utterances: Noah
Posted by Brett Veenstra
[from the backseat of the minivan]
Noah: Mom!, Dad!, Grace has her finger stuck in one of my holes!!!
Mom, Dad [giggling together]: Which hole?
Noah: The bottom of my carseat.
Dad: Oh, that’s OK.
Memories for Mother’s Day
Posted by Brett Veenstra
Sometimes it is hard to remember in detail the things our mothers do that went above and beyond that everyday grind they pulled us through childhood. Putting Liddy to bed tonight I had a rather large flashback to a memory that qualifies.
I was between 8 and 10 years old, and it was a particularly bad episode of an earache, one that seemed to make time completely stop. I can’t tell you how many times I was in my parent’s room seeking comfort and crying terribly. Back to the point, the only other element of that horrible evening was my Mom singing and rocking me over and over and over again. I can’t remember the song, I just remember that she sang for a long time and everytime I seemed consoled and finally able to rest, my ear would flare up even worse.
I’m so thankful we’ve not had massive earaches in my kids, I just don’t have that level of caring, Mom has me beat six ways to Sunday; that concern and self-sacrifice, that defines my Mom.
Love you Mom and Happy Mother’s Day.