Tales from VBS

"I like you," said Emmett, as he snuggled close. We were watching Gene flail around, telling the story of Jesus walking on the water and Emmett and I were bonding nicely.

"I like when you and your Daddy visit here," he added, smiling sweetly.

I snickered happily, delighted at being called Gene's daughter. After all, I am SOOOO much younger.

But then Emmett ruined it--God bless him. And just when I had decided to adopt him and bring home with me...

"When is that baby gonna come out of your tummy?" he asked, his cherubic grin still in place.

Apparently my comfortable maxi dress does not conceal my less than perfect abs.

So there you have it: one old man and his fat "daughter"--coming soon to a VBS near you...

What a Snoozer!

It's official--my blog is a bore. The summer has been squirrelly with VBS prep and most of my blogging has gone to the private site I also maintain. I love to write, so I do find this more fun than Facebook by far, but I'm wondering if the time has come to put Davis Doodles out of everyone's misery.

I'm not making any drastic decisions until I get the VBS under control, but I am warning all 3 of my faithful readers: don't look for anything scintillating in the next few weeks...

Can't Stop the Clock

Our Family night last Friday left me feeling pensive. This year has taken busyness to a whole new level and like so many others, I think we've let it get a bit out of hand. Family and ministry responsibilities should be our priority, but they frequently get crowded by all the extras with which we complicate our lives.

I'll admit it--most of the time I get overwhelmed because I don't have the brains to say "no" when I should. But I'm learning! After looking at the summer calendar and cringing, I have decided to use some common sense as I approach the fall schedule. My family is the most important job I have right now, followed closely by the Children's Ministry.

After that, well...I'm going to have to be more reasonable about the number of other things I take on. Since I also now have two part-time jobs for the fall, I'm not going to be stupid(er) and agree to anything more.

There now--I said it. Okay, I only wrote it. But I did it. Now would everyone please remind me of it repeatedly when I am tempted to say "yes" to something else? Thank you...

It's a Wonderful Life!

The lost camera cord has been found and I thought the relatives in Canada might enjoy a glimpse of our favorite 4 year old. Kent's choice of birthday celebration was a trip to Chuck E Cheese on Saturday and tons of Lego. He's quite the little builder! (Okay, okay, so he mostly takes them apart, but...)

Thanks to Tracie Peck, we had a great birthday cake (complete with Lego on top) for our Chuck E Cheese celebration. Kent was greatly amused by the opportunity to lick icing off the Lego pieces after I removed them...

But even more fun than the cake was the expression on his face when he got ready to blow out the candles! For a moment there, I was afraid he was going to attack the cake...

And let us not forget our favorite 8 year old! After a warm evening at the awards banquet, and much silliness with friends, we are officially the parents of a third grader. Now if THAT doesn't make ya feel old...

To say that he was excited about his awards is a bit of an understatement! In this respect, I am very proud of Connor and his attitude of gratitude. We've worked hard to instill a desire in him to do his very best and yet be happy for others who may do even better.

And now, since the summer craziness is about to begin, I am signing off to make song visuals and order supplies. Blessings, friends...

Now Where Did I Put That...?

There should be pictures. There would be pictures. There might be pictures soon....if I ever find the cord for the camera!!! The dumb thing has slithered away somewhere and is probably breeding with the phone cord right now. Yes, I know: pictures are far better than words (at least around here). I'll keep looking...

And IF I Had The Energy...

...there would be pictures right here! But I don't. Tuesday--I promise!

Wow, what a week! Since my last post, we have filled in at Bro. Watts' church in Lebanon, had a yard sale, traveled to Columbus to pay our respects to Sis. Bonnie Thompson, helped with the FCA Awards Banquet decorating, and finished out the school year at last. Kent is upstairs sleeping, Gene and Connor are attending FCA Commencement and I have just finished packing our bags for a trip to Columbus to spend Memorial Day with my favorite in-laws.

It's official--we are now the proud parents of a third grader! Connor has had a great year, but he's really looking forward to a few weeks of sleeping in. We are very pleased with his work this year: he was on "A" honor roll for all four quarters, completed all his scriptures, started working on elective paces and had perfect attendance. (And now if we can just cure him of the dreaded tattletale habit, there will be much rejoicing...)

Kent is fully potty trained (Yay!) and is enrolled in preschool for this fall. He's quite excited. In fact, I think his backpack is already packed. And in other happy/sad news, the little critter turns 4 on Tuesday! Yes, my baby is growing up... (sniffle)

If we survive the race traffic in Indianapolis this afternoon, we hope to be in Columbus tonight. There's a picnic planned for the Davis clan tomorrow at a local park. If you'd like to join us, please bring coffee and/or chocolate... :o)

Back with pictures on Tuesday. Happy Memorial Day, friends, family and blogspooks...

Funnies From Kids Club

Tonight, Gene was telling a dramatic story about watching our words. He was really getting into it, as only Gene can do. In the story, the little boy wanted a karaoke machine for his birthday, so he could sing just like a VERY famous singer.

I don't think Gene was really asking for suggestions of famous singers, but on the third row, a first grader jumped to his feet.

Jeffrey Durgan: "Elvis!" (This announcement was followed by a delightful imitation of Elvis' dance moves. His parents would be so proud....)

Undaunted, Gene went on with his story, but a brown eyed girl on the second row turned around and scowled at our little Elvis impersonator.

Alyssa Johnson: "Not him! He died on the toilet!"

From across the room came the final word.

Jonathan Durgan: "Well, then it must be Vestal."

Actually, the very famous singer (in this particular tale) was Travis Johnson.

Did I mention I love working with kids?