life's randomness...

Hello. 

We hope you had a delightful weekend. A weekend with lots and lots of laughter, smiles and simply good vibes. 

Last Thursday as one of the students from our church graduated Pearl and I babysat her two middle school brothers. One, in the most sincere manor possible, paused in mid sentence and asked if I, like him, was ADHD, cause his momma thinks I am...

I wish I could say that was the first time I had a momma accuse me of being ADHD. But, as much as my life may deny it, there has never been an “official” pronouncement of the ol’ ADHD. 

But in true ADHD form, here’s the most recent thoughts passing between my eyeballs as of late. 

1 - Boneless chicken wings is just another fancy name for chicken nuggets.
Some guy somewhere wanted to look cool in front of his friends and just couldn’t pull himself to order chicken nuggets, so he went for the “boneless chicken wings” and his inner child and outer tough guy were both delighted. 

2 - Obsessions, Tornado warnings, and belching Hippos! 
I know this will make me look like a dork, but I love frisbee golf, like LOVE IT. In the past week I’ve been chased off the course twice from massive thunderstorms, once from a Tornado watch (which I knew about BEFORE starting and decided I could play through it anyway), and have played till my elbow felt like it was just coming out of a boxing match... yes all for the love of throwing the fool out of a little round piece of plastic towards a pole with chains and a metal basket that looks like something left over from my grandfather’s garden. I’m obsessed. The awkward moment came when I was a part of a teaching team for our High School program at church and I said we should talk about the random story of Tamar (2 Sam 13). She was the kings’ daughter but her brother obsessed over her, raped her, then hated her more then he ever loved her before, basically his obsessions destroyed him! But I was kicked in the face with my own obsession leading me to potential disaster as I was running for the car as raindrops the size of golf balls pelted all around me and the sky belched like hippos. Hobbies make you well rounded, obsessions make you into the crazy cat woman. 

3 - Don’t change baby in lap! Seriously, just don’t! 
Picture it, we’re late to a student’s play. Had to do the awkward 15 minute entrance of shame. All eyes notice the horribly late and irresponsible couple entering. We sit. Zion waits just enough for all the eyes to refocus back to Alice on the stage, then he EXPLODES from his butt! ALL EYES BACK TO US. He’s gotta be changed, it smells horrible. Do we get back up, reopen the large door to the bright lobby? Or, crawl to a side aisle and pray the people next to us don’t look down? Or, go for the diaper change right there in the seat, in our laps? We choose the last option, to change that boy’s nasty diaper, right there, in the seat while Alice dances with some cat thing on stage. All eyes were back to the stage while our eyes went to the nasty load our son just produced. We go into navy seal stealth mode, passing wipes, cloths, and diapers, it was amazing. Until, well.... Until Pearl passed the dirty diaper to me as I passed her the clean one and Zion decided while we were busy in this interchange of passing he’d pass his on last load and exploded a second time, but this time he was targeting a frantic mom who was left grabbing to block, catch, stop, contain in some form or fashion what was being hellishly released in her general direction. All we could do was laugh... and clean. 

Well... that’s all for now.
Hope you enjoyed laughing at our crazy lives. 
We’d love to hear your random thoughts, silly obsessions, or newbe parent mishaps. 
Thanks for reading and sharing. Matt