We know most Muslims are not terrorists but what do we do with the ones who are?

Question #8: We know most Muslims are not terrorists but what do we do with the ones who are?

Jesus gives good gifts

Yesterday B walked into the boys' room as they were having a wild rumpus.  Noah was swinging upside down from his top bunk and Nate was banging a plastic horse against the wall even though we've told him, a gazillion baglugillion times, not to do it.

It was in this moment Noah looked up at B and said, "Mom, Jesus gave you some pretty cool boys, huh?"

We are Moving

I just got a job as the Baptist Student Ministry Director at Tarleton State University, so we are busy BUSY trying to pack, close up with my clients here and move our family so I can start on August 1.

So staying true to Bullion form we are moving.  We have been married for 6 years and are moving into our 7th house, into our 5th city, in the third country we've lived in  We have moved every summer since we've been married.  It definately keeps the junk level down though.

The good news is that this time the company is paying a professional moving company to move us.  WHICH IS AWESOME!!!

so stay tuned for pics of our new house and etc, etc.

Sort of what I said.

Tonight we were going to have dinner with some friends of ours.  They happen to have a trampoline.  Before we left Noah came up really quietly by my side and said, "Daddy, do you think they will let us jump on their trampolatern?"

As we are leaving the Barrow's house Nate screams out, "Good-bye, burrows! Good-bye barrots!  Good-bye parrots!"  And parrots is what he stuck on.  They will forever be the Parrots with the trampolatern.

Father's Day Q&A

Noah gave me his Father's Day present this morning.  Part of his gift to me was a questionnaire that his teacher at his preschool helped him fill out earlier this week.  Noah's answers are underlined.  These are Noah's own, original answers to the questions.

MY DADDY.....

My Daddy is 5 years old.
My Daddy's name is Clayton.
He weighs 60 pounds and is 11 feet tall.
My Daddy has brown hair and blue eyes.
My Daddy's favorite food is chicken.
My Daddy's favorite clothes are shirts and pants.
My Daddy's favorite color is red.
My Daddy's job is a new job.
Daddy gets mads when I fight with my brother.
Daddy is happy when I do good things.
My favorite thing to do with Daddy is when we eat candy.
The best thing about my Daddy is that he has a superhero body.

That's all I've got to say about that.

Bunk Beds

We bought the boys bunk beds on monday after Noah and Nate broke Nate's baby crib. It only took them 10 minutes from having the bunk beds up to figure out how to climb up on the top bunk without using the ladder and how to reach out and put their hands in the ceiling fan!

I love boys! Pacing myself for another immanent trip to the ER!

Our Vacation Pics

Hey guys I thought you would enjoy some pics from our recent vacation to San Antonio and Galveston.

Vacation 2010

I Cleaned Your Phone

Friday morning Noah came into the bathroom while I was getting ready for work and handed me my cell phone.

"here daddy, I brought you your phone"
"thanks Noah, why did you have it?"
"I was cleaning it for you?"
"Cleaning it?"
"yeah, i licked all over it and dried it off with my shirt. here you go"

I love my kids.

It was that kindof day

We went to meet my parents for lunch today, so we loaded in the car and headed off to Stephenville, TX the halfway point between us and them.  We are pulling into town and Nate looks up at us and spews, I mean spews, in a projectile kindof way, bright green vomit all over him, the carseat, and the floorboard.  Did we bring an extra set of clothes?  Of course not, because we never need them anymore!  So we headed to Wal-Mart to get him new clothes so we could take him in to eat. We had lunch and got back in the vomit-reaking car to drive home.

On the way home we pass by some bluebonnets, and yes we are THAT family and we got out to take pictures.  And seriously, Noah asked to.  It has been a rainy week, so we had to trapse through the mud to get up to the flowers and what happens?  Noah and Nate both flip out and won't take pictures.  Nate smells like throw up and the rest of us are covered in mud and all we have to show for our outing is this one picture of Noah.  Click here to see it.

Pictures of the Boys

Pictures of the Boys

Scroll down towards the later ones to see pics of them at the river.  Really funny...

Clayton's Blog

I know most of you are really checking this blog out to see the pictures of the boys and are waiting to hear what absolutely crazy thing they will do next, but....wait, speaking of crazy things....

did B tell you that the other day she spanked Nate then he stuck his lip out and follow her around the house with his rear end pointed out saying, "owie, mommy, kiss it, kiss it, mommie." 

Ok, rabbit chased. On with the post.

But I've recently started blogging some about my experiences in refugee resettlement.  It has some funny stories, but it tends to be a bit more heavy than this one.  Check it out if you would like.

Foreign to Familiar

Family Night 2010

The boys' preschool did their annual Family Night. I knew it was going to be great when on the way over there BabyNate was screaming gibberish out the window and B looks at me and with this dead serious tone says, "Clayton, I serious don't know what to expect from him tonight." I knew it was going to be pure drama! At the Christmas performance Noah spent most of the time trying to get to the mic while his teacher spent most of the time trying to keep him from it. i must say that Noah did really well this time. Nate....well, he is a rock star at heart. Who needs rules!

Nate singing "Praise Ye the Lord"

Noah singing "What a Mighty God We Serve"

I'll Wash Your Mouth Out With Soap!

Noah has begun using the word "stupid." It has gotten worse despite our best efforts to curb it, so B went to washing Noah's mouth out with soap in order to deter him from using it anymore. The problem came when we realized we don't have any bar soap in our house. B, being quick on her feet and all around better at this parenting thing than me, grabbed the liquid soap and made Noah put some on his toothbrush and brush his teeth with it.

Needless to say, Noah HATED it and it deterred him from using the word for the remainder of the day. The next morning though B and I began to brush our teeth and realized that our toothbrushes tasted soapy.

Noah had snuck into the bathroom and soaped both of our toothbrushes without us knowing it!!

God speaks Scream

Today during our family prayer time Nate was whiny so it was difficult to hear each other at the table. Noah said, "its okay I am going to pray FORTISSIMO!!!" And with that he began screaming out thanks to God for MOMMY AND DADDY AND BABYNATE and so on and so forth through the entire family tree.

Its okay though. God heard him... and so did our downstairs neighbors.

Revenge is Sweet

It's tough being the little guy. You are the last one to arrive and get the snack because you have the shortest legs. You're the one that can't get the cookies on the counter. You're the one that never gets to play with the toy you want because the bigger guys either steal it from you or con you into take something lame so they can take it from you and then they can tell your parents that they "traded" you for it.

Being little stinks, which makes those moments of revenge oh so sweet and extremely funny to watch as a parent.

The other day Noah had messed up his clothes and needed to change. Since he is almost 4 I told him that I didn't make the mess and therefore he would have to change his clothes himself if he wanted to get out of the wet clothes. 5 minutes or so pass and then I hear Nate giggling devilishly and Noah screaming. In the midst of all of this I hear a slapping sound before each of Noah's over dramatic screeches.

I rush in there to find Noah hopping around frantically while Nate runs after him. Noah had apparently put both legs in the same leg opening in his jeans and therefore was rendered immobile save for hopping around. Noah had also neglected to put a shirt on before he found himself in such a vulnerable state. Nate maximizing on the situation, pounced on Noah slapping his bare chest and back with squeals of joy. Noah's response, instead of just decking Nate and being done with it, was opting to hop around like mad man, which only heightened Nate's sense of enjoyment as he would run down Noah and smack him. After several moments of this, Nate successfully pinned Noah on the ground and was slapping Noah silly.

By the time I pulled myself together and actually pulled Nate off of Noah, Noah was covered in little red hand prints and Nate was in a much better mood.

Here's to you Nate, you are a tough little scrapper!!