Let's Be Careful Out There

As Heather and Livvi were leaving the house to go to Tae Kwon Do class, I yelled to them "Be careful!"

Joie looks at me and says, "Daaaddy...There aren't any dragons there!"

Whew!  Good to know!

Compassion

Jo: I want a cat for a pet.

Liv: We can't! I'm allergic to cats.

Jo: Yeah, I know, but too bad.

 

Protection

Very early Sunday morning, the storm woke everyone up. I was laying with Joie since she was a little scared. After laying there for a couple of minutes, she said, "I'll protect you and you protect me."

Good Night

The usual routine when Livvi says good night to Joie:

Livvi: "Good night"
Joie: "Good night"

Livvi: "I love you"
Joie: "I love you"

Livvi: "Sleep good"
Joie: "Sleep good"

Livvi: "Nighty night"
Joie: "Nighty night"

Livvi: "Sleep tight"
Joie: "Sleep tight"

Livvi: "Don't let the bed bugs bite"
Joie: "OK"

The Problem with Homophones

Heather sent me an email this morning that read as follows:

"She (Joie) had me read the story of the prodigal son to her. At the end I asked: Why did the son leave? Her answer: To get the moon out.

Think about it..."

Inside the Mind of Joie

This morning, Joie was looking at Heather, squinting through one eye, head tilted. Her fingers were in a scissors motion in front of her face. Then she says, "I didn't really cut your head off, just pretend."

Should we be worried?

Another Tournament

Livvi entered into her third Tae Kwon Do tournament this past weekend.  We made the drive to Greensburg, IN and she entered three events: breaking, forms, and sparring.  She was disappointed in the results, but she seems determined to improve and try again.  She really loves this sport and she is really good at it.  She finished as follows:

No placing in breaking
3rd place in forms
2nd place in sparring

Here is some video of her events:

TKD Tournament from Frank Shaut on Vimeo.

Had My Head Examined

Back in the fall, I visited my doctor about a lump on the left side of my forehead right at my hairline. He told me it probably wasn't anything, but I'd have to visit a surgeon, to make sure.  I did so, and was told the same thing.  I didn't have to worry about it, but, if we ever met our deductible and I wanted to have it removed, to give him a call.  I decided about a month or so later to go ahead and have it removed.  After all, between Livvi's broken arm and Heather's illness, we sure as heck met our deductible!

The doctor thought it could be a sebaceous cyst or some fatty tissue.  For some reason, I assumed it would all be done in the doctor's office so when I called to make the appointment, I was taken aback when they said they had to call a surgical center to schedule the procedure.  I asked about it and they said because it was the head, they needed to have all the correct equipment (cauterization, etc.) available, which they don't have in the office.

The day of the surgery, November 22, I got even more nervous as they took me into the operating room, covered nearly every inch of my upper body and head with some type of material.  Before that, they put a large adhesive band on my side.  I asked what that was for and they indicated it was the ground for when they had to cauterize (gulp!)

Long story short, there was tugging, burning, electrical shocks, and sometimes pain, but the fibrous material was removed.  Since some people don't care for these pictures, I'll just provide a link to it.  It looks to be some sort of shrimp in the shape of a sea horse or dragon.  In short, nothing serious.  Now I have a battle scar!  If anyone asks, it is from cage fighting!

Now That Would Be a Miracle!

Heather brought home one of those rotisserie chickens from the grocery store for dinner tonight. I was on my way to my work out when she called to tell me what just happened. She was starting to cut the chicken when Joie pointed to one end and said that was the mouth. Heather said "that's not the mouth, that's the tushy."

"But I want that to be the mouth," Joie replied.

"You'll have to talk to God about that," Heather responded.

Joie said, "Oh, I have to talk to God about that?".

"Yes," Heather said.

Joie put her hands together then bowed her head in prayer and said in a whisper "I want that to be the mouth," all the while pointing to the chicken's tushy.