Sunday, January 24, 2016

January 24 – “Tugging the plug”

What a plodding day it is when operating on four hours of sleep after our all-night affair helping out with Noa’s brothers.  Noa, by the way seems to be doing pretty well.  Even Face-timed her cousin Cailyn to check in.  A few bouts of crankiness (which I totally understand).  Mom and Dad finally removed the bandaid cover over her would so that she could get her pacifier in her mouth, and all was well.  Well, at least, for the time being for Mommy and Daddy.  Don’t tell Noa, but word has it that they might use this event as a springboard for weaning her away from the infamous mouth plug.  That might not be an easy task.  The only thing that worked for her Daddy was a bribe.  He traded in his “mine.”  I know.  Cute name for a pacifier, right?  That came about because when we played with him, we gently tugged the plug away from his mouth a few inches and say, “It’s mine.”  So obviously we were naming the silly thing, right?  That was the logic in his mind, anyway.  Oh, the trade?  He got one of those huge toy replicas of the Millennium Falcon.  And the rest, as they say, is history.  Now he is a county-renowned (Read here: his picture was in the paper) comic book collector and pop culture aficionado.  Sigh.  It’s great to have a place in the world.

So yesterday.  We crawled out of bed at around eight so we could get to Jachin’s football game at nine.  We were late.  Half time had just begun when we walked up.  We got to see an exciting second half, though.  Jachin threw one long touchdown pass on offense.  On defense he went all J.J. Watt on their quarterback.  Two sacks, one blocked pass, and innumerable times he forced the quarterback to hurry his throw, resulting in incomplete passes.  They won the game on defense on the last play of the game when Jachin grabbed the QB’s flag just before he threw what would have been a game-winning touchdown pass.  Like I said, pretty exciting stuff.

Once we got back home, though, we just couldn’t get the oomph going.  Oh, we went over to WalMart and walked around for a while.  We needed some fruit.  And a new bicycle helmet that actually fit my head.  And a movie to watch on another day when we wouldn’t fall asleep in the middle of it.  We finally had to leave before we made any other zombie-ish purchases.  But that meant finally getting still and succumbing to the overwhelming crush of sleepiness.  Chris didn’t fight it.  She disappeared into the bedroom and I didn’t see her again until after five p.m.  I took up my typical spot on the couch for watching sports on TV.  I think there was a college basketball game on.  Maybe Kans … Yawn … tucky.  Or was it Okla … Yawn … exas.   Ho hum.  So much yawning.  I didn’t sleep the entire afternoon, though.  When I woke up I realized I was watching a Hallmark Channel movie about two wedding planners falling in love.  Wow.  Help me get back to sleep …

1 John 1:5 says, “This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.”

Father, thank you that Noa is healing well.  Give us a great day of worship.  Draw those folks there that you want there.  Amen.


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