Here's one where I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from laughing out loud.
I had just laid Lincoln down to sleep after we read our scriptures and he said his prayers. We were just talking (he is a master at postponing bedtime) and I thought I would talk to him about his primary lesson.
I said something about the Holy Ghost not having a body when he came up with this perfectly logical conclusion based on his understanding of how prayer works.
"Daddy. If I get lonely I can pray!"
"That's right Lincoln, you can!"
"Yup, and after I pray, I'll hear a 'ding-dong'!"
That made me pause. I don't think he's seen It's a Wonderful Life so I had no idea where he was coming from.
"You would hear a 'ding-dong'?"
"Yup, and I would open the door and Jesus would be here! Then I wouldn't be lonely!"
At that moment, I had to feign a coughing fit. I had no brilliant answers and didn't feel like explaining the Crucifixion and resurrection right before bedtime so I left it at;
"Well, Jesus couldn't come to the house because..... he's..... very far away. But if you do get lonely the Holy Ghost can help you feel better."
I know, brilliant. I thought I was in for another doozy but he just stared back at me with fixed eyes and said,
"That's right daddy. He doesn't have a body."
I won't say anything about our dedication but, at least we're passionate when we the feeling strikes us.
I thought I would be the next to break the silence and I thought I would start another thing for us to do on the blog.
I don't know how many times I've heard Lincoln say something so childishly prosaic that I swore I would write it down before I forgot it. I never do it though- and I've forgotten most of them.
So, here's my resolution. I'm going to try and share the funny things my kids say with you. It won't take long to write and it will probably be much more interesting than my typical liberal drivel.
First one: Lincoln came to visit me for lunch one day. We were walking out of my work toward the car when Lincoln saw some trash in the parking lot. He tugged my hand, scowled his face, pointed at the 7-11 wrapper and said,
"Look, daddy. Somebody glittered!"
Also, we put a whole bunch of new stuff on our family blog, including lots of pictures of Oliver. Go check it out!
Finally, Oliver was born today. Check out my post here.
Hey guys,
Josh's baby boy will have 'James' for a middle name. You should know that they always liked the name James and I think James E Talmage is a hero of Josh's, but still the same.........I'm very honored; in fact, it means the world to me.
You know, names are special......names have meanings and oft times are given in honor or remembrance of a special person. Names carry with them a responsibility of sorts to live up to the name's honor.
I truly don't feel deserving of someone sharing a name with me, but it definately makes me want to be a better person so that I don't bring the name any disgrace.
Just some quick history on the name of James in my family:
My papa McCann shares the same name as me. He is a great man and still living in Scotland. He was born in Ireland as an Irish Catholic.......so you can imagine the heads he turned by marrying a Protestant in the war-torn country.....he was even excommunicated for doing so. He has had a limp his whole life due to a grenade explosion he survived in World War II (he never complains how he got it, but is proud of the service he rendered). He became sour to religion, but oddly was my father's biggest supporter during my dad's mission.
My dad, another James, is a convert to the church and the first LDS missionary to serve from the Greenock Branch of Scotland. For those of us who served European missions, we realize how rare it is to find someone willing to listen to the message let alone be willing to be baptized. I guess you can say that my dad was special.
I look up to these men for doing what they thought was right despite so much opposition. I strive to be worthy of sharing a name with them. Now, thanks to the Ferrins, I have much more to strive for.
I love you all, you have had such a lasting influence on my life, I don't know where I'd be without the boys. I believe that families are together forever and I believe that God is merciful enough that we might be together as well.
Don't worry, all of this sentimental behavior will die off soon enough......miss you guys.
Yesterday was an interesting day. For being such a sucky day with finals and everything, it was quite the heart-warming one too.
I knew it was going to be interesting when Paige had a BM while giving her a bath. It was hard not laughing seeing her have such a gay ole time swimming in her fecal soup, but also hard not treating her as this contaminated thing splashing E. coli all over the place.
Paige became pretty sick later on (probably not from her poop)......poor girl had the sniffles and a sore throat. The thing that I love so much about my little girl is that even when you know she is in pain, really uncomfortable, and has snot running down her face, she is still able to give one of her smiles......I'm never more proud of her than when she tries to be happy despite her struggles. Yeah, I know, I'm probably over-dramatacizing it........but I imagine you papas have had similar feelings at times.
For the first time since she was a couple days old, she slept with her parents. She must have woken up 8 times during the night........I only set aside 4 hrs of sleep to begin with. It didn't bother me remotely when she'd wake up and start patting my face or climb onto my back......I enjoyed helping her get back to sleep each time and looked forward to the next time she'd wake up and be pleasantly surprised that her parents were there with her.
You know I'm convinced, that God allows his little ones to get sick to help parents keep their lives in proper perspective. Man, I'm so grateful for my family. 
Yea! My first, non-political post!
We are really getting into the Christmas spirit this year. We even killed our own tree!
Yup, we wandered off into the wilderness with some friends and a chainsaw and came back with the Christmas Tree by which all Christmas trees will be judged.
Tara ambled through the forest for a mile or so before she spotted the biggest tree in the forest and said. "This is the one" We killed it, chopped it to pieces and tried to move it. It took three of us to carry it back to the truck.
Here is what was left of it when we got home.
Yea, it's twice as tall as our friend Brian.
We had to hack more of it off to fit it in the front door.
Here it is in our living room.
Tara is in the background somewhere. Not surprisingly, our house smells like pine now. So do our clothes, our child, and, I think, you can smell it in the street.
Anyway, Merry Christmas!
Booker