I love going to our church. I love the people. And today was a very special day as two young men were baptized AND we had the Lord's Supper. But as special as it truly was, you know the Dunn family turns it upside down!
"B" denotes Brody and "W" denotes Walker:
10:28 - we sit down, ready to begin the 10:30 service.
B - "Is it time to go home yet?" No, son we just got here.
10:31 - Bro. Ray enters the baptistry.
B - "Who's getting babitized?" Michael and John Douglas (and yes, I spelled it like he says it)
10:34 - My arm starts to feel a little wet. What in the world? So I look over at my arm and notice that Walker is asleep and drooling all over me. Wow, 4 minutes into the service....record time.
10:55 - The deacons and pastor start the formality of the Lord's Supper by passing out the bread.
B - "Are we gonna eat that bread thing and drink them juices?" Yes, son. Be quite.
(Walker is now head-bobbing.)
11:12 - B - "How did Jejus die?" I'll tell you after church. Be quite. I can see me having to explain that one at the moment.
11:20 - W - "Momma, when are we gonna have drinks?" Well, look who has decided to wake up again and join us.
11:22 - We have just finished taking of the cup, and of course Brody lets out his infamous "aaaahhhhh". And I snicker....once again. How can you not think that's cute?
Church is always a pleasant experience, and one that you just can't ever predict. Especially with the Dunn's around....
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sneaky little thing....
Yes, I know it seems like the only thing I blog about is Brody. But you know, he is the one who blows my mind with the things he comes up with. Whenever someone asks us about our kids, Kevin always refers to Brody as the one we'll be getting out of jail at age 15. I sure do hope that's not true, but it is very likely.
Let me just tell you what he's done this week. I noticed on Tuesday morning as we were getting ready to leave for school that he was putting his folder in his backpack. It dawned on me that I had already done that the night before. So I ask him what he's doing. He said he had to put his paper in there. I proceed to ask him which paper he's talking about....because maybe I had missed one from the night before. He didn't answer me, so I said "Brody let me see the paper". He then blurts out "I got 3 cards pulled yesterday!!!!" The little heifer had hidden his behavior sheet from us so we wouldn't see how he misbehaved. He knew he would be punished, so he hid it, just hoping that we wouldn't ask if he had pulled any cards. So needless to say, he got a whipping....for misbehaving AND for hiding his sheet.
I guess that didn't phase him but just a little bit....cause that day at school he pulled 2 cards. I was working late, so Kevin called to tell me what he had done that day. So once again, he was punished. I decided to email his teacher and tell her that I would not tolerate that kind of behavior again, and I wanted her to send him to Coach Cobb. I told Brody what I had done, and that did the trick. He didn't pull any cards today. But tomorrow is Friday, and it's another day. I'm just hoping this is the worst he ever does, and I'm not forced to see his mugshot on America's Most Wanted.
Let me just tell you what he's done this week. I noticed on Tuesday morning as we were getting ready to leave for school that he was putting his folder in his backpack. It dawned on me that I had already done that the night before. So I ask him what he's doing. He said he had to put his paper in there. I proceed to ask him which paper he's talking about....because maybe I had missed one from the night before. He didn't answer me, so I said "Brody let me see the paper". He then blurts out "I got 3 cards pulled yesterday!!!!" The little heifer had hidden his behavior sheet from us so we wouldn't see how he misbehaved. He knew he would be punished, so he hid it, just hoping that we wouldn't ask if he had pulled any cards. So needless to say, he got a whipping....for misbehaving AND for hiding his sheet.
I guess that didn't phase him but just a little bit....cause that day at school he pulled 2 cards. I was working late, so Kevin called to tell me what he had done that day. So once again, he was punished. I decided to email his teacher and tell her that I would not tolerate that kind of behavior again, and I wanted her to send him to Coach Cobb. I told Brody what I had done, and that did the trick. He didn't pull any cards today. But tomorrow is Friday, and it's another day. I'm just hoping this is the worst he ever does, and I'm not forced to see his mugshot on America's Most Wanted.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
New Year's Intentions
Most people have New Year's resolutions. Most are broken. So this year I have decided to go with a different notion....my "intentions" for the new year. Enjoy...
I intend....
1. to be a better Christian. I fail every day at it, but I do intend to read my Bible more, to pray more, to give more.
2. to be a better wife. I gripe and complain and do some of the nagging wife things. But most of the time I have to say I do OK. So I am going to work hard not to fuss at Kevin when he doesn't take the trash out when I want him to; or not fuss when he doesn't rinse that bowl out and put it in the sink, because I know it's difficult to turn the water on and open the dishwasher; or not get mad when he leaves 14 Mountain Dew cans on the end table, because apparently that cute little trash can that sits beside his chair is much too hard to reach.
3. to be a better mother. I intend not to lose my cool when my children flat out ignore me when I'm talking to them. And I sure don't want to have to whip them because how terrible a mother would I be to discipline my children in that way. (I might as well go ahead and rescind that statement because I promise you I will discipline my children the way me and Kevin see fit). I intend to hug them 100 times more than I already do, even when they may roll their eyes at me. I will tell them I love them 100 times more than I do because I don't ever want them to think otherwise.
4. to quit stepping on Coby. If he would just stay out of my way when I'm walking, I wouldn't even have to be typing this.
5. to try to find the positive in every situation. There are days when I feel like everything just couldn't get any worse. But then I remember, it most definitely could be worse. And that leads me to #6.
6. to be more thankful. Sometimes I feel like I wish I had this or that or I could go do this or that. So I want to be more thankful for the things that I do have, such as my job, or my house payment, or my truck payment.....cause it means I DO have a lot.
7. to be a better driver. I am very impatient on the road. Get out of my way or you will get run over. I can't stand it when people pull out in front of me and drive 20 mph or pull out and turn 10 yards down the road. I could just crush them. Just run my Tahoe up over their little bitty car and smush it. I wouldn't seriously do that.... :)
8. to wean myself off my Zoloft. HA! Who am I kidding? If I do that, then I will most certainly crush those tiny little cars.
9. to be a better friend. I vow to remember birthdays, send cards, texts, whatever to let them all know they are special to me.
10. use less sarcasm. Or do I?
I intend....
1. to be a better Christian. I fail every day at it, but I do intend to read my Bible more, to pray more, to give more.
2. to be a better wife. I gripe and complain and do some of the nagging wife things. But most of the time I have to say I do OK. So I am going to work hard not to fuss at Kevin when he doesn't take the trash out when I want him to; or not fuss when he doesn't rinse that bowl out and put it in the sink, because I know it's difficult to turn the water on and open the dishwasher; or not get mad when he leaves 14 Mountain Dew cans on the end table, because apparently that cute little trash can that sits beside his chair is much too hard to reach.
3. to be a better mother. I intend not to lose my cool when my children flat out ignore me when I'm talking to them. And I sure don't want to have to whip them because how terrible a mother would I be to discipline my children in that way. (I might as well go ahead and rescind that statement because I promise you I will discipline my children the way me and Kevin see fit). I intend to hug them 100 times more than I already do, even when they may roll their eyes at me. I will tell them I love them 100 times more than I do because I don't ever want them to think otherwise.
4. to quit stepping on Coby. If he would just stay out of my way when I'm walking, I wouldn't even have to be typing this.
5. to try to find the positive in every situation. There are days when I feel like everything just couldn't get any worse. But then I remember, it most definitely could be worse. And that leads me to #6.
6. to be more thankful. Sometimes I feel like I wish I had this or that or I could go do this or that. So I want to be more thankful for the things that I do have, such as my job, or my house payment, or my truck payment.....cause it means I DO have a lot.
7. to be a better driver. I am very impatient on the road. Get out of my way or you will get run over. I can't stand it when people pull out in front of me and drive 20 mph or pull out and turn 10 yards down the road. I could just crush them. Just run my Tahoe up over their little bitty car and smush it. I wouldn't seriously do that.... :)
8. to wean myself off my Zoloft. HA! Who am I kidding? If I do that, then I will most certainly crush those tiny little cars.
9. to be a better friend. I vow to remember birthdays, send cards, texts, whatever to let them all know they are special to me.
10. use less sarcasm. Or do I?
Sunday, December 27, 2009
My lil' ol Grandma
You've seen on here before some of the things my Grandma Ruthie has said. She once said Papa was good in bed, she's told us of them taking showers together, and so on and so forth. These are things you most definitely don't want to hear coming out of your grandmother's mouth. Well, I believe I seen/heard it all now. My cousin Paige is pretty well endowed, if you know what I mean. She put her heels back on the other night, and Grandma said "Look Paige, I come up to your breasts now". Then she proceeds to motorboat them.....yes, you read that right. My 80 year old grandma is digging her head in my cousin's cleavage. What in the world? So I ask her if she seriously just motorboated Paige's cleavage, and she said "yea, that's bad, huh?" Oh my....I'm still shaking my head over that one. And she done this in front of Kevin, my dad and my cousin Zach. I believe we all had to take a hit off the oxygen mask because we were laughing so hard. These lil' ol people are not always so innocent. :)
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Coby
We have a new member of the family. His name is Coby Tide Dunn, and he was born on October 18th. We adopted him on December 16th. He is black, with a little bit of white on his chest and paws. He is hyper, he bites my hair, and he sleeps on his back. Kinda sounds like Kevin....
Coby is such a sweetie. He lets the kids tote him around all the time, throw his toys all over the house, and let Avery hold him in a headlock.....all without wimpering. I think she may have actually tossed him around like a sack of taters the other night in the playroom....he did run crying to Kevin, but he was OK. I have to admit....I was a little worried.
"Kevin, is he OK? Is he breathing? Is he moving? Kevin, I don't know doggie CPR. What if he's paralyzed?" He just kept laying there, but apparently he made it. Probably just scared the little fella. God love him, he has many more days like that ahead of him living in the Dunn house.
Kevin treats him like a human. He calls him "pecious", that would be "precious" without the letter r. Keep in mind that's what he called all 3 of our kids when they were babies. He has Coby spoiled rotten already. And he never does wrong. Never mind the fact that I have nearly fallen and broken my neck at least 3 times because I have tripped over him, because he likes to walk in between your legs when you're walking. Somehow or another, that was all my fault.
Oh, and guess what, Kevin just walked in the door and the dog beat the kids to welcome him home. :) And he picked Coby right up and asked him how his day was. "Well dad, I ate a little bit. Then I went out and peed and pooped. Then I laid around a little bit. I scratched my ear. Slept. Whined. I ate a little more. Took a cat nap. Then got up and peed again. I let Avery drag me around a few times. I chewed on that stupid red dog that the human brothers call Clifford. Oh, and then, get this...I licked my tail. Now where's my kiss?"
Anywho, I've put some pics below. Hope you enjoy....
It's hard to see him, but he is so sweet and cute.
And here's Avery holding him in a head lock.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Potty Mouth
If you have kids, you know what I mean when I say you never know what's gonna come out of your kid's mouths. And you always fear the worse.
Once again, Brody did not disappoint. He and I are riding home from shopping one day, and a song we had never heard came on the radio. And just as pretty as you please, Brody says "What the hell is this song?" After I compose myself, I explain to Brody that "hell", used in that context, is a bad word. But since he didn't know that, I would let him slide this time. However, if he says it again, he will be punished. He's fine with that.
Fast forward 2 days, and we are sitting in a restaurant in Nashville with the Reed family. The food was a little slow coming out, and Brody is my impatient one. So he proceeds to ask "where the hell is my food?" Cierra and I both react at the same time and ask him what he just said. He tells us, and his daddy calls him over to where he's sitting. I can tell this is NOT going to be good. He gets a whipping in front of everyone. No need to waste the time to take him to the bathroom. He promises to never say it again.
Not even an hour later, we are trying to get in the Opryland entrance. It's not working out so well, so we decide to ride down the street to turn around and go in the other way. So we make our way down the street, and guess what...."Where the hell are we going?" comes blaring from the back seat???? Kevin and I just turn and look at each other and shake our heads. We tell Brody he has to get a mark on "the board". (The board is a punishment thing we have at home to keep up with their misbehavior).
Anyway, long story short....I am disappointed in Brody for the continued use of that word. Especially since we honestly do try not to curse in front of the kids.... But I'm hoping he has learned from all the trouble he has gotten into for it. It could always be worse....he could be cussing out every person he comes in contact with. I always try to find the bright side in things. :)
Once again, Brody did not disappoint. He and I are riding home from shopping one day, and a song we had never heard came on the radio. And just as pretty as you please, Brody says "What the hell is this song?" After I compose myself, I explain to Brody that "hell", used in that context, is a bad word. But since he didn't know that, I would let him slide this time. However, if he says it again, he will be punished. He's fine with that.
Fast forward 2 days, and we are sitting in a restaurant in Nashville with the Reed family. The food was a little slow coming out, and Brody is my impatient one. So he proceeds to ask "where the hell is my food?" Cierra and I both react at the same time and ask him what he just said. He tells us, and his daddy calls him over to where he's sitting. I can tell this is NOT going to be good. He gets a whipping in front of everyone. No need to waste the time to take him to the bathroom. He promises to never say it again.
Not even an hour later, we are trying to get in the Opryland entrance. It's not working out so well, so we decide to ride down the street to turn around and go in the other way. So we make our way down the street, and guess what...."Where the hell are we going?" comes blaring from the back seat???? Kevin and I just turn and look at each other and shake our heads. We tell Brody he has to get a mark on "the board". (The board is a punishment thing we have at home to keep up with their misbehavior).
Anyway, long story short....I am disappointed in Brody for the continued use of that word. Especially since we honestly do try not to curse in front of the kids.... But I'm hoping he has learned from all the trouble he has gotten into for it. It could always be worse....he could be cussing out every person he comes in contact with. I always try to find the bright side in things. :)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Aaahhhhhh......
We took the Lord's Supper this past Sunday at church. It is a very important and meaningful experience that should not ever be taken lightly.
The bread is passed out, and all members of my family take and eat it without any misfortunes. Next, it's time for the passing of the cup....grape juice. They are all passed out, and luckily Kevin helped Brody get his off the tray and set it inside the litte holder that's on the back of the pew in front of us. Good job, dad! There's no way Brody could have held it for the 3-4 minutes it takes for all the cups to be passed out before he could drink his. It would have been on the floor, on the pew in front of us, on my white sweater, the list goes on and on..... Bro. Ray tells us to take and drink, so we do.....and lo and behold, all I hear is a loud "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh". I'll give you one guess as to who that was....yep, it was Brody. Apparently, the grape juice was VERY good. :) I had to chuckle, as did some of the others that were sitting around us. I couldn't believe it, but at the same time, it was so innocent. And it made me realize that maybe we should all feel that good about taking the Lord's Supper.
Until next time.....
The bread is passed out, and all members of my family take and eat it without any misfortunes. Next, it's time for the passing of the cup....grape juice. They are all passed out, and luckily Kevin helped Brody get his off the tray and set it inside the litte holder that's on the back of the pew in front of us. Good job, dad! There's no way Brody could have held it for the 3-4 minutes it takes for all the cups to be passed out before he could drink his. It would have been on the floor, on the pew in front of us, on my white sweater, the list goes on and on..... Bro. Ray tells us to take and drink, so we do.....and lo and behold, all I hear is a loud "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh". I'll give you one guess as to who that was....yep, it was Brody. Apparently, the grape juice was VERY good. :) I had to chuckle, as did some of the others that were sitting around us. I couldn't believe it, but at the same time, it was so innocent. And it made me realize that maybe we should all feel that good about taking the Lord's Supper.
Until next time.....
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