Cool River Worship Set - April 18, 2010

Hey Cool River Church, here are the songs we will be playing this Sunday. Listen to them and know them.

Sing Sing Sing (Chris Tomlin)


All Because of Jesus (Steve Fee)


Marvelous Light (Charlie Hall)


How He Loves (David Crowder style)
Sorry this does not have a video on the blog site. You will have to click on the link below to hear how we will be doing this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJyW55AXJAk

Inside Out (Hillsong)

To be or not to be potty trained...that is the question!

This morning Brock and I were downstairs getting ready to eat his favorite breakfast food - cheesy bread. I was over working on his breakfast, he was sitting in his chair at he table drinking his juice, when all of a sudden I hear him say "PooPoo". I looked over at him and he was pointing at his diaper saying "Poop". I scooped him up, ran upstairs, took off everything but his socks and shirt and sat him on the baby potty seat.

This was it...he was going to poop in his potty! So we sat their for a while and he started noticing all his bath toys. There was his bath sea creature that he wanted only to give it a kiss, say "night night" and then threw it in the bath tube. Still no poop! Then it was, play with dad's unshaved face and try to pull out the whiskers. (That was really cute. As he would pull it, he would say "Ouch" every time.) Still no poop!

So I was done sitting there! I picked him up, put on his clothes, and it was off to Piper's house for the day! Better luck next time!

TIMMMMMMBERRRRRRR!

So Brock's new thing now is stacking blocks. This past week Brock and I were playing upstairs in the playroom, climbing under his play table, building tents, and just having boy fun. I then started stacking his little colored blocks as high as we possibly could. It was so much fun! It was Brock's turn to try. I really wasn't sure how well he would do with his little unstable fingers and lack of coordination. But he did a great job! It was so interesting to see him try and figure out how to stack the blocks higher and higher. He would start putting a block on the tower of color and see that it would start falling and would try to correct the position to keep it standing...that was until I showed him the coolest part - playing bulldozer. Then the game was let daddy stack it up high and Brock bulldoze it down. It really was a fun game!

A Night Featuring the "Brock Star"

Last night was Halloween Night. It was filled with me running around and finding all the last minute additions to all our costumes. We definitely are going to have to do a better job next year at figuring out what we are going to be earlier so we can be better prepared. I have to tell you...deciding on what we were going to be as a family was a stressful endeavor. I never would have thought a Halloween costume could cause so much anxiety. But I guess that is what you get when you want to have the best one ever. The only thing is it only puts that much more pressure on next years costume design.

Last night was an absolute blast though. At about 4:00pm that afternoon I started working on Brock's jacket. See we were late! We had taken one of his old blue jean jackets and cut the sleeves out of it, put so iron on designs on the front and back, and then I took a tool with a sand paper tip and sanded the jacket down. It look legit!

Christin went as an over-zealous fan...or groupie. She cut up a shirt, made it look 80's, and put "I "heart" Brock" on the front. Her make-up sold the outfit I think. I tell you she would have been a hottie as an 80's groupie - and that can't be said about many in the 80's.

Here is part of the Brock Rock Star Make-Over. I spiked his hair with gel and hair spray and then colored it blue. He did not like this at all. He screamed and yelled and baby cussed me! It was pretty funny. If I can figure out how to put the video on here I will.




As you can see from the picture below I was Brock's personal body guard. When he saw me he didn't know what to think.

And here we all are together...the Brock Star family.

Brock's first night of real trick or treating was filled with lots of treats as we went to the McManus house with all our other friends for some food. We then headed over to a church and "trunk or treated". It is a Christian alternative to the other. It was a lot of fun. Props to the church that put it together.

Next year is going to be a lot more fun as Brock will be better at the games and the idea of walking around and collecting candy. Keep me posted with ideas for next year's costume.

Cool Dude!

Finally...we found a pair of glasses that Brock likes. Last night I found these glasses and was wearing them around. When my son got to the Plex he saw me wearing them and wanted to put them on. He did and he loved them! He did not want to take them off! We then went outside so he could see what they were really used for. I don't think he understood, but he still wore them!

Pumpkin Carving at the Jones's

A couple nights ago Christin had this great idea for family night this week. We would cook chili dogs, go get dessert, and then come home and carve a pumpkin into a jack-o-lantern. I wasn't sure how Brock was going to handle carving a pumpkin because you get a little messy and Brock can't stand it when there is something that gets on him and sticks to him. He will run over to me or mommy and say "uuuhhh ohhhh" until someone gets the junk off him. Then he is ok!

So I cut the pumpkin and Brock wasn't sure what to think about the mess that is stuck to the top of the pumpkin. I started cleaning the insides out and it didn't take Brock long before his hands were in that pumpkin cleaning as well. After a while it turned into a war as I would take the guts out and throw it on Brock and he would laugh and roll back on the table.

It was now time to draw the face on the pumpkin and cut out the face. I sat Brock in my lap and actually had Brock put his hand on the knife under mine and he helped me cut out the face of the jack-o-lantern. He thought that was a pretty cool thing, but I am not sure mom thought that was a good idea. I heard a few gasps from her. Then it was time to put the candle in and take it outside.

Brock thought this part was pretty cool. After a while of seeing the glowing face Brock began to get scared for some reason of the jack-o-lantern that he was once having fun with. The cool air started getting the best of us all and it was time to go inside and clean up. Brock gave his first jack-o-lantern a kiss and said good-night. I can't wait to see if he remembers all this when he see it in the morning.

Road Rage - Learned or Genetically Inclined?

Ok, so there is one thing about me that needs to be aired out on the internet. I have a small case of road rage. Now I don't mean that I drive around shooting people the finger and pulling up beside people who have cut me off and cuss them out. I am more of a to-myself kind of road rage guy. Really it may not even be considered road rage by definition. Here's the bottom line, I believe that the world would not have problems on the streets if everyone just drove like me. My mom would never agree with this. I think she believes I am the worst driver ever. When she rides with me in Dallas/Fort Worth traffic she is the biggest passenger driver there is. People are breaking 100 yards in front of me and she is making sure I know that.

Anyway, I just don't have patience with dumb drivers. The most irritating is when I am on the Interstate in the passing lane and can't pass because there is a car in the slow lane and one in the fast lane (passing lane) going the same speed. Get out of my way! (The sad thing is that I am almost for certain that I have been that slow car in the passing lane.) I just hate it when I am the one that is stuck behind the slow car. So lack of patience is my biggest deal.

So the other day I am taking Brock to the sitters and we are taking our normal route, checking out the cows in the one pasture we pass every morning, driving by Fossil Ridge's football field where Brock every morning says "Booot Ball" (football) and points to the players.

We pulled up to the light by the high school and were waiting behind a lady for the light to turn green. When the light turned green she just sat there, and me being the nice guy, by not honking my horn, sits there for a second, get frustrated and then yell out loud, "Go, Go, Go!" Then I honk!

It wasn't 2 seconds after I yelled this that I hear from the back seat a little voice yell out the words, "Go Go, Go", as clear as could be. I turn and look at these two precious little eyes looking back and me and then a huge grin fills his face. My son followed in my foot steps of road rage - that is not good. Really, I figured that he would not even remember! That is until the next day when we started heading the to sitters again, and while we were sitting still waiting for our turn to go through the four-way stop sign, I heard a little voice from the backseat yell, "Go, Go Go!" and he looked up at me and smiled as if to say, "aren't you proud of me, I am just like you"! Yikes!