Rose Street Wrestling

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE :

Coming soon to a living room near you:

Rose Street Wrestling

Starring Big Bad Dad, and Little Skinny Stud

Special Guest Star: Eric the Menace

See amazing feats of strength and agility

Thrilling throws!

Awesome holds!

This, my friends, is more entertaining that Ninja Warior,

more exciting M.M.A.,

and baby, this is for real!

The calm after the...play

The play is over for another year. 73 souls walked the aisles and professed Christ-what an amazing sight. I will never get over sitting on the platform watching them come forward, scared, excited, joyful, apprehensive, but all coming. God is so good.

Jason's birthday was crazy with the play this year-he's not had a moment's rest yet. Tomorrow, he has the morning off, then it's off to the college to take his place at Cross America. This year, he's the Goofy Game Guy.

The kids are growing like weeds. Their personalities are becoming so distinct. Kenton had a pretty big role in the play this year, and people kept telling him what a great job he was doing (he was, too-the kid can act, wait till you see the dvd!). The last night, after the performance ended, some of the folks onthe front row motioned him over to compliment him. He goes right up there (mind you-he doesn't know these people from Adam), shakes their hands and introduces himself like he's Something Special in the acting world. It was hilarious.

Eric, on the other hand, is completely fascinated with the back-stage goings-on. Our set director is always running back and forth hammering something, sawing something, working the dry-ice machine, setting stuff up, taking stuff apart, messing around with fake blood, and Eric is his little shadow. He was totally thrilled to get to help scrub blood stains out of the carpet after the performance. He said to anyone who cared to listen, "When I get big, I'm gonna do Mr. Acie's job!"

Allyson is going to be twelve any minute now. (Actually, not until the 18th, but you know how time flies.) She has been on the special music schedule for the last two months. She has an amazing voice. No formal training, no nothing, but she's got power and maturity and musical ability that I couldn't even fake at that age.

Now, we enter the calm before the storm...we have a couple months before summer camps begin. We'll need every minute to recover from the play, but our anticipation and excitement about camp grows every day: military theme! Dude, we are gonna get to blow stuff up! We are gonna make PVC guns and have a giant marshmallow war! It's gonna be awesome!

I gotta get to bed...

It is still snowing. Still.

I'm cranky.

Here it is March, and last night, six (6!) inches of snow landed in our laps. Like Dr. Hamblin says, that's enough to make a stone weep. March in Michigan is not for the weak.

Or the patient.

Or the native southerner.

Sigh.

Oddly enough, the native-born Michiganders in the house, aside from Jason, are not at all upset that it's still snowing out. The boys played outside like it was the best thing ever. My bad attitude never looked so bad.

But, the snow brings out the chivalrous side of the neighbors: When my neighbor with his massive snow blower sees me and Ally out with our little shovel, it's like the man can not wait to rush over to help. If only we could invent a huge gas-powered laundry machine or vaccuum cleaner. "Pardon me ma'am-I've got the Craftsman Laundry-Folder 7000, lemme take care of those sheets and towels for you!"