F-I-V-E

Happy Birthday, Caitrin Mae!

I can't believe you are 5!!!

Conversations...

Setting: On the way home from Trent's baseball game. He played catcher (and he LOVES it!), this will be his third year playing that position.

Dad: Son, you did awesome out there tonight.
Trent: Hey, how much do you think I'd get paid if I played like I did in the Majors?
Dad: Well, let's just worry about the next game. I don't think the recruiters are out yet.

Those people...

On the first Sunday of every month, our church has a meeting called Bridge Builders. It's about the direction of the church, leaders and ministries group up and discuss what's going to happen next and it's a HUGE potluck with yummy food. Eric and I attend because we are apart of two ministries, and let's face it, it's a night I don't have to cook dinner and have an awesome meal all for free.

Last Sunday was no exception and we attended. As our pastor was about to open up in prayer, my brother in laws phone went off. He hurried to ignore it and shut it down. Eric and I just chuckled. Not even two seconds later my phone goes off. I scrambled to shut my down as well. Not only did I get a dirty look from Eric, Pastor Brad thought he needed to shoot one my way, too. No sooner did I shut my phone down and Eric's blew up. At that point, Pastor Brad stopped and came over to our table and asked if everything was ok. He looked over to Tarren and said, "Honey, is your phone next?" With out missing a beat, "Nope, mine's in the car."

It was my mother just wondering what was going on and why she couldn't get a hold of anyone. The only reason Jonnie's didn't go off was because her phone was dead.

Yeah, we were "those people" at church....

Conversations...

Setting: Trent had found a 1952 wildlife book. It talks about animals and their habitats. He found the pages on armadillos and read to me the expert.

Trent: Mom, it says here that they have four to six babies and all the same sex. Why would they say "sex"? That's not a good word to put in a wildlife book.

Mom: In this case son, it means gender. It means that babies will be all girls or all boys. Not a mixture.

Trent: Oh, why all the same?

Mom: I'm not sure. Sounds like a conversation to have with God. (I always say that when I don't know the answer and don't exactly have time to research it)

Trent: Or.. I could just Google it.

Yes, yes.. Why didn't I think of that?