Hansen Sunday Comics

Just a few of the precious moments from the last coule of weeks:

1. When we make the trek (me and the boys) down to the grandparents' house where Mike is staying inbetween coming home for the time being, we attended a small church with my parents on Sunday morning.  My dad just happens to be the minister of this church as a second job.  This Sunday was no different, we drove up to Papa and Grandma's church.  Walked into the sanctuary and sat down in a pew toward the front.  As soon as my dad walked out to the pulpit, Ryan immediately starts to squirm wanting down and starts saying loudly "I, Papa!  I, Papa!  I, Papa!"  He was making such a commotion to get to his Papa that he was finally escorted out of the sanctuary by grandma.  He just loves his Papa!

2. Andrew and I played a new game in the car on our way home tonight.  I was called the rhyming game according to Andrew.  He would say three words, like "sugar, booger, lollipop", and I would have to tell him which two rhymed and which one did not rhyme.  This lasted for 30 minutes!  THIRTY!  It got to be a pretty silly game.  Especially when you hear words like this from the backseat "slogger, logger, bud" and "noodlepoo, poodlepoo, blue" and "fancy, pancy, sky".

3.  Andrew has started playing basketball.  It is SO much fun!  He is a foot taller than everyone and is actually doing a very good job.  His first game was Saturday and he was STOKED to say the least.  He was warmed up and locked into the game.  He scored 5 baskets!  When my aunt asked how the game went Andrew said "Oh yea, pretty good.  Well, really, I'll tell ya it was just pretty awesome!"  My aunt asked, "Where you the star?"  Andrew calmly with his elbow propped up on the kitchen counter asked, "Um, superstar?  Oh yea, I really was."  Watch out Kevin Durant!

4.  Andrew is obsessed with perfecting his Christmas list to Santa.  On Saturday I asked him what he was going to add to his list.  "Well," he said, "really all I need is one of those touch phones."  "I have to tell you buddy that Santa won't be bringing that for Christmas."  "Well, why not?  I think the elves are painting it whatever color I want!"  "Well," I say (I'm really having to think sharp on my feet these days!), "Santa knows our family rules and he won't give you any present that doesn't follow those rules."  "Oh man!  That means I won't get one until I'm just too old!  I guess I'll just have to be old like you, mom!"  Don't kids say the darndest things!  Ouch!