<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:56:46.115-05:00</updated><category term='Software'/><category term='Productivity'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Christian-Life'/><title type='text'>Schott Notes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-6095405155911965264</id><published>2009-02-17T00:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:00:00.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Tech Matters is coming back for the local Church Tech  Volunteers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All Around the World - Well known church technology site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://churchtechmatters.com/ ChurchTechMatters" href="http://churchtechmatters.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Church Tech Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, is opening its door wide, adding new writers, a new look, and new community building tools all designed to help the church effectively use technology to reach people for Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CTM was founded in October of 2004 as the weblog of Jim Walton. Over time, the site grew to become a valuable resource for both church staff and volunteers, looking at both technical and non-technical topics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://churchtechmatters.com/ ChurchTechMatters" href="http://churchtechmatters.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Church Tech Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; has been the generous outflow of Jim's experience, passion and observations as he has served as a volunteer technical leader in 2 churches, as well as a consultant to churches seeking to use technology effectively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After four years of outreach and growth, Jim has opened the doors of Church Tech Matters, to broaden the site's reach, and increase its effectiveness. Jim is now leading a core team of dedicated, talented and passionate tech volunteers from around the world as they write about their experiences and reach out to an even larger audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site's purpose remains unchanged: To equip the church to effectively use technology to reach people for Christ.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What changes is how that purpose will be realized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://churchtechmatters.com/ ChurchTechMatters" href="http://churchtechmatters.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Church Tech Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;a site dedicated to church tech volunteers, written by church tech volunteers, and the people who lead them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please join us as we begin this next chapter of the journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://churchtechmatters.com/ ChurchTechMatters" href="http://churchtechmatters.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Church Tech Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.  New features and resources are on the way, as we seek to build a community for the volunteers who make technology in the church sing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The newest addition to the site is a forum, a place for you to ask questions, answer questions, interact with the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://churchtechmatters.com/ ChurchTechMatters" href="http://churchtechmatters.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Church Tech Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; authors and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim’s involvement with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://churchtechmatters.com/ ChurchTechMatters" href="http://churchtechmatters.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Church Tech Matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; continues, but he has stepped back and let go of the reins, so to speak, to allow this site to become more than it ever has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re invited to join this experiment, by subscribing via RSS, or via Email.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should also join the site forum at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://forum.churchtechmatters.com/" href="http://forum.churchtechmatters.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://forum.churchtechmatters.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can also join the CTM Facebook group, our LinkedIn group (coming soon) or follow us on Twitter @CTMatters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please join us as we kick off this site for church tech volunteers written by church tech volunteers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-6095405155911965264?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/6095405155911965264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=6095405155911965264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6095405155911965264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6095405155911965264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2009/02/church-tech-matters-is-coming-back-for.html' title='Church Tech Matters is coming back for the local Church Tech  Volunteers!'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-6805597810467603518</id><published>2008-10-28T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:27:03.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MuseScore - an open-source music editor</title><content type='html'>Messing around today with trying to re-arrange &lt;em&gt;'Til the Storm Passes By&lt;/em&gt; (Mosie Lister) for a male quartet. Came across the MuseScore software and was pretty impressed with its capabilities for an open-source project. It looks like it may be a real option in order to edit music on Windows, Linux, or Mac. My only complain right now is that it seems to crash before I've gotten very far, but I'm using a nightly build so that doesn't give me a lot of room to complain.&amp;nbsp; I don't have a MIDI keyboard and MIDI input is not supported in Windows at this time - no big deal.&amp;nbsp; The general note entry seemed easy enough.&amp;nbsp; Just trying to figure out how to do a Barbershop-style arrangement.&amp;nbsp; After that, it's time to tweak the voicing a little so it sounds better and is still singable by our group.&lt;ul class="diigo-linkroll"&gt;    &lt;li&gt;    &lt;p class="diigo-link"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musescore.org" rel="nofollow"&gt;MuseScore | Free music composition &amp;amp; notation software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-6805597810467603518?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/6805597810467603518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=6805597810467603518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6805597810467603518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6805597810467603518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2008/10/musescore-open-source-music-editor.html' title='MuseScore - an open-source music editor'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-6808586236103288731</id><published>2008-10-28T08:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:42:24.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>School Spirit</title><content type='html'>Eliana's school is going through their "Spirit Week" and one of the main colors is red. Eliana said that she needs to wear the most red, or all red this week so she can out-do the principal.  She then asked if she could dye her hair red.  (With the obvious "no" response.)  Realizing the flaw in her question, she asked if her mom could dye her hair red.  I can only imagine what it's like seeing life through the eyes of a young child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-6808586236103288731?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/6808586236103288731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=6808586236103288731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6808586236103288731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6808586236103288731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-spirit.html' title='School Spirit'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-6396434154846558731</id><published>2008-10-27T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:48:05.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekly Thoughts: Fresh Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul class="diigo-linkroll"&gt;    &lt;li&gt;    &lt;p class="diigo-link"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pastorstacy.blogspot.com/2008/09/fresh-out.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;Fresh Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="diigo-description"&gt;So what do you do if your church is &amp;quot;fresh out&amp;quot; of Jesus, anyway? And why is it that we seem to miss the mark so often when we're needed the most? Of course, this doesn't just apply to Christians. My wife got interested in that superhero reality show and the &amp;quot;heroes&amp;quot; in the show did the same thing when they were needed the most.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I've heard seminary students relate how they were heading to a class to learn more about the parable of the good Samaritan who walked right past someone who needed their help/time without a second glance.&amp;nbsp; Same for those who had just come from the class.&amp;nbsp; This is a pretty good reminder that we really need to be open to the times God wants us to help and not just assume someone else is handling it.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="diigo-tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diigo.com/cloud/paschott" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0) ! important; text-decoration: none ! important;"&gt;tags&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.diigo.com/user/paschott/church-life"&gt;church-life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.diigo.com/user/paschott/evangelism"&gt;evangelism&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.diigo.com/user/paschott/christian"&gt;christian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.diigo.com/user/paschott/christian-life"&gt;christian-life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted from &lt;a href="http://www.diigo.com"&gt;Diigo&lt;/a&gt;. The rest of my favorite links are &lt;a href="http://www.diigo.com/user/paschott"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-6396434154846558731?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/6396434154846558731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=6396434154846558731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6396434154846558731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6396434154846558731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-weekly-thoughts-fresh-out.html' title='My Weekly Thoughts: Fresh Out'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-8329438953782246103</id><published>2008-10-17T15:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:11:29.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>72 in 60</title><content type='html'>I'm impressed - Eliana just did 72 math problems (addition w/ totals up to 20) in about 60 minutes. We worked on using the abacus for some of the addition and also did the basic "count the dots" method. That worked well as long as she didn't lose track of the dots or put down the wrong number of dots.  It was a pretty good time and I'm glad she enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-8329438953782246103?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/8329438953782246103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=8329438953782246103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/8329438953782246103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/8329438953782246103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2008/10/72-in-60.html' title='72 in 60'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-1410874061535444163</id><published>2006-12-16T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:40:05.319-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Bookstore Mixup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We were browsing in our semi-local Half Price Books recently, looking for a book for a friend as well as letting Eliana peek through the various offerings in the Kids' section.  She was sitting quietly looking through a rather large assortment of Berenstein Bears books when her mom said, "Eliana, Stop it."  I looked at Eliana and back at her mom, trying to figure out what was going on.  Once again, "Eliana! Stop that right now!"  This was followed by, "Peter, will you help me out?"  I look at Eliana again, trying to figure out what's going on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her mom then reached down, grabbed a book, and said, "Thanks a lot, Peter."  I then told her that Eliana was over here and realized she'd been talking to a little girl who was just about Eliana's size, hair color, and complexion.  She immediately apologized to the little girl and started insisting on a somewhat hastier than normal exit from the store.  (Eliana was disappointed that she didn't get to finish going through the books.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I did discover a book that looked promising in the Bear vein through all of that - something along the lines of the Berenstein Bears Help Those in Need or Put Others First or something along those lines.  Looked like a good theme on using what we've been given to help others who are genuinely in need and can't help themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-1410874061535444163?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/1410874061535444163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=1410874061535444163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/1410874061535444163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/1410874061535444163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/12/bookstore-mixup.html' title='Bookstore Mixup'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-1276000717336149048</id><published>2006-12-06T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:11:16.820-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Chex Mix Makeover</title><content type='html'>Eliana was helping her mom make up some chocolate/peanut-butter Chex mix (w powdered sugar).  She was in charge of the shaking to mix everything together and coat the Chex w/ sugar.  Mom thought that the bag needed some more air.  She adjusted the bag, opened it up a little more, re-sealed, and gave the bag back to Eliana.  Eliana stops shaking and starts to unzip the bag.  Mom asked what she was doing, to which she replied, "The bag needs more air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before mom could stop her, Eliana had opened the bag and puffed really hard into the bag.  The powdered sugar flew out of the bag and resulted in a white mask of powdered sugar on her face.  (Kind of like a white raccoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they cleaned up and finished, she wanted to know if she had to test it like Daddy had "tested" the previous batch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-1276000717336149048?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/1276000717336149048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=1276000717336149048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/1276000717336149048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/1276000717336149048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/12/chex-mix-makeover.html' title='Chex Mix Makeover'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-1859520543868895716</id><published>2006-10-26T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:38:15.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Halloween - from a Christian perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Darrin Brooker&amp;nbsp;has some good points about&amp;nbsp;the celebration of Halloween&amp;nbsp;from a Christian perspective.&amp;nbsp;He also refutes some of the common arguments Christians use to justify celebrating Halloween.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://drbrooker.net/?p=708"&gt;Running Well - » Thoughts on Halloween&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lately, I've been considering the idea of how our witness is affected by the way we celebrate (or don't celebrate) the day.&amp;nbsp; This article reminded me that God tells us in His word that we are to "abstain from every from of evil" or the "appearance of evil" (1 Thessalonians 5:22).&amp;nbsp; What's evil about little kids dressing up in costumes begging for candy?&amp;nbsp; Nothing in particular.&amp;nbsp; However, the day itself is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; day of celebration for those in direct opposition to the work of Jesus Christ on the cross.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Our battle is not against little children in costumes trick or treating, but against demonic forces that disguise themselves as light and innocence."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some of the articles quoted in Darrin's are ones I've read and they also brought up some points that sound valid.&amp;nbsp; However, I think Darrin backs up his case with scripture.&amp;nbsp; Sure, Halloween is just another day, but it is still a celebration of darkness and evil at its core. (or do I miss something in the fact that all of the decorations traditionally associated with Halloween are tombstones, ghosts, monsters, witches, etc.?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'd recommend reading through the article and considering the arguments Darrin offers prayerfully.&amp;nbsp; This is a tough issue for a lot of Christians and I'm sure quite a few of us have fond memories of going trick or treating when we were younger - lots of candy, cool costumes, etc.&amp;nbsp; We are not &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be "just like the neighbors" - we are called to be different and be a light to the world amidst the darkness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-1859520543868895716?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/1859520543868895716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=1859520543868895716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/1859520543868895716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/1859520543868895716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/10/thoughts-on-halloween-from-christian.html' title='Thoughts on Halloween - from a Christian perspective'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-988968883364384405</id><published>2006-10-20T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:31:46.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Eliana - Reporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;No idea where she gets some of these ideas from.&amp;nbsp; I walk in to our room as mom is doing her hair.&amp;nbsp; Eliana reaches over an grabs a spare hairbrush.&amp;nbsp; She starts talking into it along the lines of "We're here with a big giant.&amp;nbsp; Here he is." and points the hairbrush at me.&amp;nbsp; This goes back and forth for a while as she pretends to be a reporter while her hair is being put up.&amp;nbsp; When that was done and I left, she turned to her mom and started to interview her.&amp;nbsp; Shortly before I left she ran out of the room, grabbed her jump-rope, and ran back in.&amp;nbsp; I then heard, "That's not a stethascope!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's interesting seeing the role-playing that she's doing.&amp;nbsp; She was a gymnast yesterday and was flipping all over the living room and eventually walked the balance beam (her jump-rope again).&amp;nbsp; Reporter and doctor combination today.&amp;nbsp; Who knows what it will be tonight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-988968883364384405?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/988968883364384405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=988968883364384405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/988968883364384405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/988968883364384405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/10/eliana-reporter.html' title='Eliana - Reporter'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-6949285264735949354</id><published>2006-09-25T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:26:58.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Foster Care - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As expected, Paris and Solomon left to go to a more permanent foster home.  We had the normal issues that can be expected from two kids who have been moved around quite a bit, but they were great to have around.  Eliana was a great "big sister" and helped constantly with both of them.  When Solomon was crying, she would comfort him by telling him that everything was okay and there was nothing to cry about (sometimes a little too loudly, but she tried).  When we explained that Paris was having trouble sleeping because she was a little scared of the different environment, Eliana was determined to explain to Paris that there was nothing to be scared of at night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are praying that they will have a great home to live in permanently very soon and that they will grow up safely.  They're already on the right path.  Paris is a very bright and friendly two year old.  Solomon is a great baby and is extremely happy when he's not pre-occupied with typical baby matters.  (nap, eat, cuddle, etc)  We miss them, but are glad that we could play even a small part in their lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-6949285264735949354?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/6949285264735949354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=6949285264735949354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6949285264735949354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6949285264735949354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/09/foster-care-part-ii.html' title='Foster Care - Part II'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-5705191136229362429</id><published>2006-09-20T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:46:54.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Foster Care</title><content type='html'>We have our first experience with foster care providing respite care for two beautiful kids - Paris and Solomon.  They've been great to have in our house, even if only for a couple of days until they can be moved to a permanent foster home.  Eliana has been a great "big sister" and has played well with Paris and hugged and kissed Solomon for the little baby he is.  It's been different with new young ones in the house, but I'm glad that we've all been given an opportunity to be together for a short time.  We've been learning a lot through this experience and I know that we'll all be somewhat sad to see them leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-5705191136229362429?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/5705191136229362429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=5705191136229362429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/5705191136229362429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/5705191136229362429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/09/foster-care.html' title='Foster Care'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-1093648531164422211</id><published>2006-09-14T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:30:03.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Vegetables Won't Kill You</title><content type='html'>Apparently while mom was encouringing Eliana to eat her vegetables, she said that a little bite of this vegetable won't kill you.  Eliana finally took her bite and immediately started a gagging, coughing "fit" and then slumped over pretending to be dead.  I guess this was relayed to grandma who was listening on the phone while this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea where our kid gets the over-dramatic tendencies - I don't even think this has been in a movie she's seen, but they definitely make for great stories.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-1093648531164422211?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/1093648531164422211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=1093648531164422211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/1093648531164422211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/1093648531164422211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/09/vegetables-wont-kill-you.html' title='Vegetables Won&apos;t Kill You'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-3016235564789150937</id><published>2006-08-28T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:42:24.492-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Allowance Time!</title><content type='html'>We discussed an allowance for Eliana with her today.  We asked her what her normal daily chores should be.  She rattled off a list:  Go to bed, take a bath, play with her friends, eat dinner, play games, visit her friends, eat breakfast, play with her toys, etc.  After we brought her back down to tasks that would help the family and house, we decided on putting up her toys and clothes, helping put up dishes, and similar.  We discussed a quarter per day if all of her chores were done.  Eliana is a shrewd negotiator, though.  She insists that we need to give her a nickel.  While I'm all for that, mom wants to stick to the quarter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-3016235564789150937?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/3016235564789150937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=3016235564789150937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/3016235564789150937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/3016235564789150937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/allowance-time.html' title='Allowance Time!'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-951836992173371215</id><published>2006-08-21T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:29:37.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Punishment for the friends....</title><content type='html'>Eliana decided that Susan, Lucy, Peter, and Edmund (her friends/brothers and sisters depending on when you ask - she got into Narnia in a big way) had "broken" her toybox.  She resigned them to the hall for 2 minutes as punishment.  Susan was initially left out, but after some clarification, it was determined that she was there as well.  Apparently Lucy was the main culprit and the others were covering for her.  She disappeared in there a couple of minutes ago to fuss at them and let them up.  She does pick up on the oddest things at times.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-951836992173371215?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/951836992173371215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=951836992173371215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/951836992173371215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/951836992173371215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/punishment-for-friends.html' title='Punishment for the friends....'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-8615836634577397658</id><published>2006-08-20T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:41:17.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Zoo Trip with Eliana</title><content type='html'>Eliana decided late last night that her daddy was one of her "sons" (the other being a doll she's had for almost 3 years) and that we needed to get a good nights' sleep because we were going to the zoo "tomorrow".  She then had me lay down on the couch to sleep and she lay herself down on the other couch with a blanket and pillow.&lt;br /&gt;  After a small amount of time (to work as "night", I suppose), she came over to her happily dozing dad and woke me up gently by shouting "Wake Up!" as loudly as she could.  She then hurried around fixing me breakfast, insisting that I get dressed, and dragged me off to the "car" (a spot in the living room not particularly different than any other).  We then got in the car (after opening the "door" of course) and she realized she had forgotten her key.  She left me and the baby doll in the car while running to her kitchen to get her key (a pink plastic knife).  After driving frantically (never saw those elbows move so quickly), we arrived at the "zoo".&lt;br /&gt;  I was then given a tour of the zoo (aka living room) where she picked up a souveneir and showed me the animals (in this case a giant stuffed chicken).  We then had to get back in the car and go home so we could nap before going back to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;  At this point, it was actually past bedtime.  We all got ready to go to bed for real after some cleanup of the toys that were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She'd been to the Dallas Aquarium a couple of days earlier which probably prompted this trip.  She got a set of binoculars while there and discovered last night how they are actually supposed to work.  That was pretty cute as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-8615836634577397658?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/8615836634577397658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=8615836634577397658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/8615836634577397658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/8615836634577397658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/zoo-trip-with-eliana.html' title='Zoo Trip with Eliana'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-6466299958050569773</id><published>2006-08-19T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:46:06.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><title type='text'>Ordering Your Private World - Strength of Mind</title><content type='html'>I've been reading through Gordon MacDonald's book  "Ordering Your Private World" lately and just finished the chapter on keeping your mind healthy/strong as a Christian.  He presented a lot of food for thought that really resonated with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He commented that we need to exercise our minds as Christians because God created us in His image.  We have the mind of Christ and therefore should be the most creative people in the world.  Instead, we often turn off our minds and follow some strong-willed leader semi/mostly blindly.  (Jonestown anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also need to use our minds so we can engage the culture.  If we aren't constantly exercising and disciplining our minds towards Godliness, then we are more likely to get sucked into the culture around us and dragged down into that culture.  God's word is filled with examples of how Israel continually let themselves be influenced by the people around them rather than witnessing for the God who'd called them His people.  In Judges, it ends with the sad line that "Everyone did what was right in his own eyes."  In Chronicles, Israel is led away into captivity for falling so far from God - first with the northern kingdom who never had a God-following king, then with the southern kingdom who had some good kings, but not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the churches in the New Testament let themselves get carried away with the flow of the culture - probably why we have so many exhortations to exercise and discipline ourselves to be in the world, but not of the world.  As one hymn tells us - this world is not my home, I'm just passin' through.  We need to do our part while we are here, but this is not our final destination and too often we live like it is our last stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comment that really touched a nerve was "amusement".  Gordon brings our attention to the root for the word - muse, to think, a- without.  Basically, this leads us to "without thinking".  I've been convinced for a long time that our society will rise or fall based on how we use our leisure time.  Do we amuse ourselves?  TV? Games? Music? Sports? Books?  All of them are good, in moderation.  I tend towards books, games, and music - sometimes too much so.  I have to ask myself regularly - Am I building myself up through these leisure activities, staying put, or actually moving backwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last point Gordon brings up is based on another author and how we need to serve God with all of our mind, soul, heart, and strength.  Gordon touches on how this can relate to people who are emotional, but don't have any intellect behind the emotion.  Others who are intellectual, but don't have depth or emotion.  Still others who have experience, but no emotion.  We need to be perfectly balanced or we'll find ourselves out of control and easily manipulated (or the manipulators).  Personally, I need to guard against over-intellectualizing my faith and translating that head-knowledge to heart-knowledge and life-application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this - how is your private world?  Are you mentally flabby in your faith or are you growing?  Are you the same Christian you were 1 year ago?  5 years?  10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-6466299958050569773?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/6466299958050569773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=6466299958050569773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6466299958050569773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/6466299958050569773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/ordering-your-private-world-strength-of.html' title='Ordering Your Private World - Strength of Mind'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-115567381974959634</id><published>2006-08-15T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:30:19.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><title type='text'>The Butt of Too Many Jokes - Contemporary Christianity in the USA</title><content type='html'>I'm not really a King of the Hill fan, though I understand that quite a few people find it amusing.  Only reason this stuck in my mind is due to this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.challies.com/archives/002027.php"&gt;Challies Dot Com: The Butt of Too Many Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the basic premise of the discussion - contemporary Christian culture in the USofA.  We get caught up in things about Christianity that are cool and tend to discard them when they aren't fashionable anymore.  He brought up WWJD branded items, magazines, music and similar items that are fads and then as their popularity wanes, they are relegated to a box somewhere or a garage sale.  The best quote I read was along the lines of how we need to be careful about how we treat God so that He doesn't end up in that box of all the things that were fads and have now been put away because they aren't cool anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I presenting God to my family?  Am I careful to present God to them so that He isn't something that will pass if He becomes uncool?  Sure, VeggieTales are great, but I'm sure that their popularity will fade at some point.  The same holds true for jewelry, clothing, books, pop music.  Sure some of them will last longer than others, but God is so much more than those things.  Definitely something that I plan to think about some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-115567381974959634?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/115567381974959634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=115567381974959634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115567381974959634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115567381974959634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/challies-dot-com-butt-of-too-many.html' title='The Butt of Too Many Jokes - Contemporary Christianity in the USA'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-115518373820188187</id><published>2006-08-09T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:22:18.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Blue houses don't make us happy</title><content type='html'>Once again, Eliana demonstrates that she takes in more than we realize.  As we were driving along on the way to church, we detoured past a house that mom has looked at for a while just because she's liked the look of it.  She pointed it out to Eliana and noted that the blue house was the one to look at.  Eliana pointed out that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; house is brick.  She the explained to both of us that "blue houses don't make us happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too true, now if that would only apply to items that are pink for a certain small girl I can think of.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-115518373820188187?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/115518373820188187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=115518373820188187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115518373820188187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115518373820188187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/blue-houses-dont-make-us-happy.html' title='Blue houses don&apos;t make us happy'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-115518351204139385</id><published>2006-08-09T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:18:32.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Hats don't guard cars</title><content type='html'>Eliana's been toting her bears around lately (sometimes a tiger, dog, or doll instead).  Joe was the favored bear for a while, but we wanted to ensure that he'd be safe so we insisted that he stay behind to "guard the car" regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Eliana decided to pick up her play cowboy hat (the one that's bright baby-blue) and wear it in to church.  Mom tried to convince her that she should let the hat guard the car.  Eliana looked at her mom and explained to her that "Hats don't guard cars.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bears &lt;/span&gt;guard cars."  She then proceeded to pick up the hat and wear it into church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl picks up on the strangest things at times, but it makes life all the more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-115518351204139385?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/115518351204139385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=115518351204139385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115518351204139385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115518351204139385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/hats-dont-guard-cars.html' title='Hats don&apos;t guard cars'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-115504103665398243</id><published>2006-08-08T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:43:57.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><title type='text'>A Capella singing and our "Heart of Worship"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://doxologue.reformedpraise.org/?p=521"&gt;Doxologue&lt;/a&gt; has a great post on the plans to worship with no instrument other than the human voice this coming weekend.  I agree with their post when they say that this is not the only way to worship.  What caught my attention here was David's thoughts about the words and even the thoughts behind what we're singing.  He also mentions that even if we sing beautifully, God doesn't want that offering if the words we sing don't match the attitudes in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we need to concentrate on what we're singing.  As one of my pastors used to tell us - the only thing that makes a song "Christian" is the lyrics.   A lot of our more popular hymns have melodies taken from popular songs of the day, including drinking songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, do the words we sing line up with what's in our heart?  Are we singing songs that praise God for his blessings while we are consumed with thoughts on how we can manage our money better?  Do we completely contradict those words by thinking, "What blessings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, are we so consumed by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;type&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of music we're singing that we don't really mean what we're singing?  I tend not to prefer "contemporary" style worship.  However, that does not mean that it should affect my ability to worship God through guitars and drums.  Other countries have completely different styles of music used to worship God - probably a whole lot different than anything I'll ever hear in the USA.  Will that stop me from offering my praise?  If I were to attend a church that only used guitars/drums/praise band, will that hinder me?  (And I'm not proud to admit that I've definitely put self first some of those days when that did happen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, David brings up a good point on how our main instrument to worship God is our voice.  And behind that, our hearts.  The best band, the best choir, the best praise team, the best director - all mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; if our heart is not in unison with the words proceeding from our mouths.  God looks at the heart.  He knows what we're offering to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I offering my best when I sing to Him or am I just singing?  Am I singing to glorify myself or Him?  I know that I'll be thinking about this next time I'm singing corporately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-115504103665398243?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/115504103665398243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=115504103665398243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115504103665398243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115504103665398243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/capella-singing-and-our-heart-of.html' title='A Capella singing and our &quot;Heart of Worship&quot;'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-115476269385478690</id><published>2006-08-05T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:24:53.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><title type='text'>Vain Worship (from Pastorway)</title><content type='html'>OK - this post (&lt;a href="http://pastorway.blogspot.com/2006/07/vain-worship.html"&gt;pastorway: Vain Worship&lt;/a&gt;) got me thinking quite a bit.  Am I like the people he mentions in Ezekiel 33?  Am I someone who pursues teaching, but doesn't do what the teacher says?  Am I like the people Jesus talks about in Matthew 15:8-9?  Do I draw&lt;br /&gt;near to Him in the physical sense yet distance myself or even go the opposite way spiritually?  Pastor Way writes a great devotional discussing true worship vs. vain worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I applying or not applying the truths from the messages or Sunday School lessons I've heard lately?  How am I changed day by day?  In short, am I worshiping in vain or in truth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-115476269385478690?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/115476269385478690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=115476269385478690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115476269385478690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115476269385478690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/vain-worship-from-pastorway.html' title='Vain Worship (from Pastorway)'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-115476186150392588</id><published>2006-08-05T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:11:01.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>How are you doing spiritually? (i.e. What are you reading?)</title><content type='html'>John Samson wrote a great article that challenges all of us about what we are reading and how it affects our spiritual walk.  Find it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reformationtheology.com/2006/07/how_are_you_doing_spiritually.php"&gt;Reformation Theology: How are you doing spiritually? by Pastor John Samson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He begins with a story that I know I can relate to and probably a good portion of us could if we were honest with ourselves.  A man approaches the pastor and admits that his spiritual and devotional life is just not where it should be.  My pastor right now touches on this - we need a foundation of prayer and Bible Study for our lives.  John takes this even further when he challenged this man by asking "What are you reading right now?"  This definitely challenged me as I have a tendency towards science-fiction and fantasy - some of it edifying, other parts just fluff or filler.  I enjoy tales such as the "Christ Clone Trilogy" and even "Left Behind".  I've read some great Christian fiction (including Pilgrim's Progress and CS Lewis' works).  I also tend to read non-Christian fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post really challenged me to take up more edifying reading.  I've started and paused Ray Stedman's &lt;a href="http://www.raystedman.org/adventure/index.html"&gt;Adventuring Through the Bible &lt;/a&gt;several times.  Not because it's boring - far from it - but just because I'll put it down and not make a point of picking it up again for a while.  I think it's time to resume that and get back on track with material that builds me up more than just occupies my time.  I don't think there's anything wrong with entertainment, but I'll admit I've had a little too much of it lately for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're reading this - what are you reading right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peter Schott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-115476186150392588?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/115476186150392588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=115476186150392588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115476186150392588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115476186150392588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-are-you-doing-spiritually-ie-what.html' title='How are you doing spiritually? (i.e. What are you reading?)'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-115475963907934162</id><published>2006-08-05T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:33:59.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><title type='text'>Prayer Meetings - some thoughts</title><content type='html'>I came across a great post over at &lt;a href="http://doxologue.reformedpraise.org/?p=519"&gt;Doxologue&lt;/a&gt; discussing the mid-week prayer meeting that is somewhat common in US churches.  David discussed how his church uses their mid-week prayer time with a good basic description of how the prayer meeting progresses through the evening.  He touches briefly on how some churches have turned this time into a time of teaching rather than prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paragraph dealt with churches not encouring their members to come together for this time of corporate prayer.  It also touched on how we as believers tend to get caught up in other events.  This touched a chord with me as I know I tend to make excuses rather than try to attend the church's regular Wednesday meeting.  "The traffic is too rough."  "I'm busy helping the churches I serve through my job."  "I got in late today so I need to stay late."  (Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; a lame excuse - especially for my current company/position.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent read and well worth checking out &lt;a href="http://doxologue.reformedpraise.org/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; in general as the posts are always excellent and thought-provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doxologue.reformedpraise.org/?p=519"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-115475963907934162?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/115475963907934162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=115475963907934162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115475963907934162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115475963907934162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/08/prayer-meetings-some-thoughts.html' title='Prayer Meetings - some thoughts'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-115423067552018316</id><published>2006-07-29T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T03:00:15.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software'/><title type='text'>Kidz CD 1 - small review</title><content type='html'>Downloaded (and installed) the "&lt;a href="http://www.kidzcd.com/kidzcd1.html"&gt;Kidz CD 1&lt;/a&gt;" program - something age appropriate for Kids up to 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning - upgrade your Flash an Macromedia players before actually running the program.  Most of the sites for games use one or the other and if you attempt to update from within the program, you'll have problems.  I had to open the program again (fortunately on the desktop) and exit it normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid review:&lt;br /&gt;Eliana loved it.  She was able to use the mouse to play with the various sites that are pre-defined.  She spent a good 30-40 minutes making lemonade with Elmo and Zoe.  She learned how to control the mouse pretty well during this time.  She's able to easily switch to other components within the software and seems to enjoy exploring the different options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parental review:&lt;br /&gt;Great program overall.  This program stops kids from using special keys, alt-tab, Ctrl+Alt+Delete, and everything except Ctrl+L which is used to exit the program.  The program also keeps them from going to other sites easily and from printing within the site for most sites.  Right-mouse-clicks are disabled as well.  If you have special buttons on the mouse, they may still function so be watchful.  (Logitech App Launcher still works, for example.)  The same holds for anything that may be forced to "stay on top" such as toolbars or other helper apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special key combinations are disabled so even Ctrl+Alt+Del doesn't work while the program is running.  This makes it really safe for kids to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The links are pre-defined - both good and bad.  They are categorized under 4 categories - Games, Stories, Television, and More.  That doesn't necessarily mean that you won't find some under the other categories, but it's a good general guide.  The good part with this is that you don't have to add a lot of different sites to the program (and the authors do take suggestions).  The bad is that you can't add/remove anything on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I would have liked a little more information on exactly what I'm about to hit.  The only hint you get is a picture that grows very slightly when you hover over it.  I had no idea if Eliana would choose something too old or young for her, though she's able to switch away without too much trouble if she doesn't like the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall - great program.  The company makes several other products for different age-ranges - all free.  They have different sites set up for each age range, but block things like social sites, chat rooms, and other things with forums.  The website describes the programs relatively well, but I'd still urge parents to check out the program before the kids start using it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-115423067552018316?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/115423067552018316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=115423067552018316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115423067552018316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115423067552018316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/07/kidz-cd-1-small-review.html' title='Kidz CD 1 - small review'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-115405523415620072</id><published>2006-07-27T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:53:54.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Go turn on that light....</title><content type='html'>Eliana couldn't reach her light switch tonight due to some re-arranging of her room.  Her mom told her to stand on her box to reach the switch.  She goes into her room.  The light turns on.  She comes back with a small smushed up box that holds tissues.  I realized that she had quite literally "Stood on her box" to turn on the lights - just not the nice, sturdy wooden box that we'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's nothing at this age if not literal.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-115405523415620072?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/115405523415620072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=115405523415620072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115405523415620072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/115405523415620072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-turn-on-that-light.html' title='Go turn on that light....'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-114611955473182247</id><published>2006-04-27T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:32:34.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Superpowers</title><content type='html'>Eliana definitely pays attention to her movies.  She was watching "Sky High" earlier today.  While out with her mom, she had a serious question to ask.  "Mom, what's your superpower?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's response was "I don't have a superpower.  What's your superpower, Eliana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My superpower is - Use Stick."  At this point, she started beating the ground with a stick, all the while holding her purse.  She started to go after the van as well, but mom used her secret superpower - the look that said it was time to stop.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-114611955473182247?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/114611955473182247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=114611955473182247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114611955473182247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114611955473182247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/04/superpowers.html' title='Superpowers'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-114217255015090645</id><published>2006-03-11T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:10:43.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><title type='text'>Worship - who?</title><content type='html'>Been reading Bob Kauflin's blog, "&lt;a href="http://www.worshipmatters.com/"&gt;Worship Matters&lt;/a&gt;" quite a bit lately and he posted some notes from India that got me thinking.  He mentioned something about how going over there helped him realize what parts of worship were cultural and what parts were desired by God.  He said that the different languages and practices really narrowed that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking about the way we worship here in the USA.  Too often, we're caught up in the music styles of worship - contemporary vs traditional seems to be the common battle now.  Worship is about more than music and more than style.  We've worshiped God in all sorts of different ways throughout the centuries.  Prayer, fasting, prophecy (teaching), service, etc. are all acts of worship but are often forgotten when we discuss worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also so caught up in the style of our music used during worship that I think we neglect to look at the lyrics.  What are we singing?  Do the lyrics honor God or edify the body?  Do the lyrics portray God as He is?  Are they so generic that they could be sung by Buddhists, Muslims, Jews, or any other faith?&lt;br /&gt;More importantly - do we ever really think about the lyrics that we're singing or are we on a sort of "auto-pilot" when we sing the words?  I've been there - words come in, harmony comes out and nothing has actually passed through my brain on what I'm singing.  God's been working on this in me for a while now and seems to have been really encouraging me to take a look at this area of my worship lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what words am I singing?  Why do I sing?  To whom am I singing?  When I sing these words, do I think of what sort of God I'm praising?  When we sing "O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing" do I reflect on how the church was silenced in song for such a long time that God used Martin Luther to restore the congregation's voice?  When we sing "How Great Thou Art", am I thinking of just how great our God is?  The words behind "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" are some of the most touching ever written and should drive me to think that if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;in nature were mine, it would still be too small of an offering to give back to God for what He's done for me through Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-114217255015090645?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/114217255015090645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=114217255015090645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114217255015090645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114217255015090645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/03/worship-who.html' title='Worship - who?'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-114213551769078366</id><published>2006-03-11T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:41:47.813-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>Eliana decided to start dancing up a storm tonight.  We cleaned out the guest room, leaving a large area free on the floor.  I was testing the clock radio when some music came on.  Eliana starting hopping, twirling, flipping, doing handstands, and generally having a really good time.  We watched for a while and caught a couple of minutes on tape.  It was pretty amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-114213551769078366?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/114213551769078366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=114213551769078366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114213551769078366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114213551769078366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/03/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-114213623973711824</id><published>2006-03-11T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:03:59.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Knock Knock jokes already?</title><content type='html'>No idea where this came from, but Eliana decided to start telling knock knock jokes.  Her first one was:  "Knock Knock"  "Who's there?" "Mom, it's me!  Eliana!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell her the interrupting cow one - (Interrupting cow who?  with a MOOOOO while the person asks the "who" line.)  She loved it, even if she was a little startled by it.  She then tried to tell it herself.  She struggles through the word "interrupting" (go figure) and can't quite get the timing to MOOOO while the person is asking "Interrupting cow who?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently, she started trying to make up ones about Cheese (Cheese on Hamburger) and other common things along those lines.  It's cute watching her try to figure out the humor behind the jokes and seeing her so tickled by her versions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-114213623973711824?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/114213623973711824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=114213623973711824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114213623973711824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114213623973711824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/03/knock-knock-jokes-already.html' title='Knock Knock jokes already?'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-114213586909629351</id><published>2006-02-27T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:57:49.096-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Moving on....</title><content type='html'>Made the decision after quite a bit of prayer and talking with others to leave Drive Financial and move to a new position at Fellowship Technologies.  I will be doing roughly the same thing according to the job description and this gives me the opportunity to use my skills to help further God's kingdom.  This was a hard decision as I've had a great time at Drive and have worked with a lot of really great people.  I look forward to the new experiences at Fellowship Tech.  Now it's just a matter of wrapping up my duties for Drive and learning the systems at Fellowship.  I hope to post more on my experiences as time permits.  I'm excited, if a little anxious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-114213586909629351?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/114213586909629351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=114213586909629351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114213586909629351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/114213586909629351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving on....'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113799035630771995</id><published>2006-01-22T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:49:36.633-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Half Price Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="546452104-23012006"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We took Eliana to a  1/2 Price Books store today.  She was extremely content just to pick a  book, go to one of the stools, and thumb through it.  She must have gone  through 10-15 books easily.  She would even place each one back where she  got it from.  We ended up buying one of the Berenstain Bears books to read  at home.  She likes those.  I think they're just the right combination  of picture and story.  She even identified the theme of the book as  friends.  I don't remember saying anything about it to her so this appears  to be something she identified by herself.  It's hard to believe that  she'll be 3 in a couple of weeks.  Where does the time go?   :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="546452104-23012006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113799035630771995?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113799035630771995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113799035630771995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113799035630771995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113799035630771995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/01/half-price-books.html' title='Half Price Books'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113685341158126221</id><published>2006-01-09T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:49:17.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Eliana and the three bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="968153300-10012006"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Poor kid had  nightmares last night and couldn't sleep well to start.  She climbed into  bed with me for a little time to calm down and began to whisper the story of  &lt;u&gt;Goldilocks and the 3 Bears&lt;/u&gt; with a pretty high level of accuracy.   She even changed her voice to mimic papa bear, mama bear, and baby bear.   It was cute and just a reminder that she's growing more each day.  She  went on to tell the story of the three pigs shortly after that.  She  eventually calmed down enough to go to sleep in her own  bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113685341158126221?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113685341158126221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113685341158126221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113685341158126221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113685341158126221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/01/eliana-and-three-bears.html' title='Eliana and the three bears'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113657162999435146</id><published>2006-01-06T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:34:43.846-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Productivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="093061818-06012006"&gt;Saw this on David  Allen's website and thought it was just a good reminder that the problem of  overworking or trying to do more than God wants us to has been around for a  while.  There are times that we need to look at the lesser good that we can  accomplish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The enemy often tries to make us attempt and    start many projects so that we will be overwhelmed with too many tasks, and    therefore achieve nothing and leave everything unfinished. Sometimes he even    suggests the wish to undertake some excellent work that he foresees we will    never accomplish. This is to distract us from the prosecution of some less    excellent work that we would have easily completed. He does not care how many    plans and beginnings we make, provided nothing is finished. - St. Francis de    Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113657162999435146?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113657162999435146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113657162999435146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113657162999435146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113657162999435146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/01/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113631619377544619</id><published>2006-01-03T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:33:55.460-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Future Gymnast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359271919-03012006"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No idea where she  gets the energy.  Eliana is laying down on her bed perpendicular to the  bed.  She then puts her hands on the floor and flips over.  Not sure  if she's laying on her back or her stomach, but it's impressive either  way.  I also understand that it's a little frustrating right now as she is  extremely persistent in this activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359271919-03012006"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359271919-03012006"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Of course, she also  uses our bed as a trampoline - it's cute (and typical of kids), but not a  desirable trait in the long run.  She gets pretty ornate with the flips she  does on our bed when mommy isn't watching.  She's still creative when mommy  is watching, but for a &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; shorter time.   :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113631619377544619?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113631619377544619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113631619377544619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113631619377544619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113631619377544619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2006/01/future-gymnast.html' title='Future Gymnast'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113583690449152239</id><published>2005-12-28T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:15:04.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>And I don't think we've ever read Handsel &amp; Gretel</title><content type='html'>Eliana managed to folder herself into her new kitchen's oven today.  I knew that I shouldn't have shown her how to take out the "baking rack" inside.  AL got a picture or two.  Eliana demonstrated the feat for me when I got home from work.  She even manages to shut the door so the magnet catches.  At least the refridgerator has non-moving shelves or we'd have already lost her to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a stuffed duck inside the oven for when she tries this trick next time.  That should get an interesting reaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113583690449152239?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113583690449152239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113583690449152239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113583690449152239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113583690449152239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-i-dont-think-weve-ever-read.html' title='And I don&apos;t think we&apos;ve ever read Handsel &amp; Gretel'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113571141858949750</id><published>2005-12-27T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:23:38.600-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Kids &amp; checkouts</title><content type='html'>Eliana had a small accident today, probably because she was so excited about all of her toys.  One of them is a checkout station/cash register.  It has a microphone on it as well as a scanner for groceries and similar.  She came in saying "I go potty" which she had before coming to the bathroom.  I cleaned her up - she went back to the cash register, hit the mic button, and said "Cleanup - I poop my pants".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113571141858949750?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113571141858949750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113571141858949750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113571141858949750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113571141858949750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/12/kids-checkouts.html' title='Kids &amp; checkouts'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113566413343402660</id><published>2005-12-26T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:15:33.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas at home 2005</title><content type='html'>Finally arrived home after a good trip to Louisiana.  Eliana recovered well from her sickness and ate to make up for the little she'd eaten the whole weekend.  We checked out from the hotel after practically dragging Eliana out of bed.  We got to Thomas &amp; Nicole's house where she played a little with her baby cousin and his toys.  When we started to leave, baby Thomas lifted his arms to come with us and waved bye to his mom.&lt;br /&gt; It was a good trip back - no problems along the way.  We dropped off Myrl and headed home to spend some time together.  After unloading the car, we arranged the presents around our coffee table to allow for easier filming.  Eliana's special gift was still under wraps and she didn't seem to notice.&lt;br /&gt; We unwrapped gifts - Eliana was thrilled with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.  She would have stopped after each one if we hadn't encouraged her to continue.  Her great uncle David, aunt Joyce, cousin Kev sent two books - one an incredibly intricate popup book (adult supervision required, I'm afraid).  Her great grandmother sent a toy baking set (she described each piece after opening).  She got some clothes, more books, a necklace kit, an electronic cash register with scanner, and her big gift - a new kitchen set!&lt;br /&gt; Once that was unveiled, there was no stopping her.  She pointed out the components (phone, stove, fridge, sink, microphone (wave).  She eventually discovered the loaded dishwasher and was in heaven.  She first hung up the mugs on little pegs.  Then she unloaded all of the dishes, putting most in the fridge for some reason.  We broke out the other toy cookware and she went to town making pancakes (cakecakes), eggs, cookies, drinks, etc.  She had to stop regularly to ring something up on her cash register and swipe a credit card or two.  Then she'd go right back to it.  Once we wash the tea set she'll be even happier.&lt;br /&gt;   After some time, we interrupted her briefly to do some dress up with her Mimi's present.  She made a cute bride, but didn't enjoy the others quite as much yet.  I think the boa worried her a little.  After some posing, she changed back to her normal clothes and resumed cooking and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;   It's good to be home again.  God really helped remind me this year that it's about so much more than presents.  There seemed to be a theme running everywhere I looked saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop, slow down, don't get caught up in the business, be still and know that I AM God.&lt;/span&gt;  Our choir musical, verses in quiet time, messages preached, radio - everything just saying that it's about God.  If you're reading this, take some time out to really reflect on what you did with your Christmas this year.  Was it of eternal value?  Will it fade away?  Turn off the radio/cd/mp3/tv/game and stop for a moment to thank God for what He's done for you in your life.  Be still - know that He is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113566413343402660?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113566413343402660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113566413343402660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113566413343402660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113566413343402660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-at-home-2005.html' title='Christmas at home 2005'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113566287604907880</id><published>2005-12-25T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:54:36.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2005</title><content type='html'>Finished Tabitha's Travels early in the morning and let Eliana open her stocking presents.  She was excited about the presents - not quite so much about the story.  The few pictures throughout make it difficult for her to focus on the story.  We didn't make it to church due to sickness and trying to rest up to fight off the sickness.&lt;br /&gt; We gathered with the family in Lousiana for this Christmas.  Spent some time on Christmas Eve making a borthday cake for Jesus with Eliana.  She sang and blew out the candle.  We had the main gathering at John &amp;amp; Erin's house this year.  The kids had a good time opening their presents and checking out what each of them got.  I think Eliana was a little immune to this as her presents consisted of ponies, cooking toys, a teaset and similar.  She was thrilled with everything, but her eyes really lit up when she opened the teaset.  She showed that to everyone who walked by for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt; The festivities ended a little earlier than expected, with everyone returning to their respective homes.  We didn't really want to go back to the hotel yet, so toured Lafayette looking for an open restaurant and letting Eliana snooze in the back seat.  We eventually headed to a Chinese buffet (the only open one as far as we could tell) and got some take-out.  Back at the hotel room, Eliana had a tea party with some orange juice.  She drank some and nibbled at some food - just enough to let her watch a movie and sip some more water from her tea set.  We then read a story and settled down to sleep - something we all needed.  Eliana slept through the night and well into the morning where her appetite returned heartily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113566287604907880?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113566287604907880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113566287604907880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113566287604907880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113566287604907880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-day-2005.html' title='Christmas Day 2005'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113566238148436192</id><published>2005-12-24T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:46:21.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2005</title><content type='html'>We attended the Christmas Eve service @ East Bayou Baptist Church in Lafayette, LA.  It was a neat service.  I liked the opportunity to sing along with some traditional carols (done in a non-traditional way).  I also liked the multimedia presentation on the History of Christmas.  It started with a porcelain nativity set - with the pieces moving around as the voices warranted.  They told how the first Christmas came about so many years ago.  Then they added things - Santa Claus, penguins at the North Pole, shoppers, parking, presents, trees, candles, songs, etc.  Each came in and crowded out the nativity scene, pushing it further and further back.  It culminated with one of the figures "shoving" its way forward and reminding us about the true meaning of Christmas with all of the others slowly giving way until only the nativity scene was left.  The shot then focused and zoomed on the baby figure.  This led into the pastor walking out with a shopping cart and giving a brief message on where we should be putting our trust and attention - not degrading anything that we do, but contrasting Mary and Martha a little on the way.&lt;br /&gt; It was a good service and a great reminder of how much God did for us so long ago through an unwed mother who would have been shamed and an earthly man.  God became a man.  He lived among us - as one of us.  He experienced life as a human and understands what we are going through.  He came for a purpose - to take our punishment for every last thing we've done wrong.  He stands in our place and gives us His righteousness.  All of this while we were still at war with God.  Thank you, God for the gentle reminder of what it's all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113566238148436192?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113566238148436192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113566238148436192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113566238148436192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113566238148436192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eve-2005.html' title='Christmas Eve 2005'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508582682341495</id><published>2005-12-20T07:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:41:01.603-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian-Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="140492913-20122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We've been enjoying  &lt;u&gt;Tabitha's Travels&lt;/u&gt; - a neat story about a young girl named Tabitha who is  caught up in the sidelines of the Christmas story.  The author has written  three books.  We read &lt;u&gt;Jotham's Journey&lt;/u&gt; last year, but Eliana was a  little too small to really appreciate it.  She's a little more appreciative  this year, but I think if there were a similar book with more pictures and  perhaps fewer words, she'd really get into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="140492913-20122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="140492913-20122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Along with the book,  we have been using an Advent Wreath to celebrate the season.  Eliana has  helped us light each candle by telling us which candle we're lighting.   (Hope, Peace, Joy, Love)  She remembers them really well.  She even  helped us light the candle for the first Sunday of Advent at our church, though  she did get pretty shy (and acrobatic) during the second  service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="140492913-20122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="140492913-20122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's definitely been  helpful to sit back and remember that Christmas is about more than the hustle  and bustle - buying gifts, singing in concerts, attending events, decorating,  etc.  It's nice to sit back and remember that our Saviour was born many  years ago into a world that is so different from ours.  He didn't come to a  nice clean hospital room with doctors and nurses ready to assist.  The best  comparison I've read lately is that it was about the same thing as thinking the  Saviour was born to an unwed teenage girl in an alley in the slums of  town.  To quote the song "This is such a strange way to save the  world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508582682341495?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508582682341495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508582682341495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508582682341495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508582682341495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/12/advent.html' title='Advent'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508675940122944</id><published>2005-12-20T07:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T05:01:39.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;Eliana has taken quite an interest in books  lately.  She's been "reading" quite a few of the Sesame Street books  (especially after she's supposed to be asleep in a pretty dark house).  She  picked up "Green Eggs and Ham" the other day and went through, identifying the  pictures on the page and getting the words mostly correct.  It was actually  pretty amazing how much of it she had correct compared to the number of times we  have read it recently.  Just a good memory&lt;span class="906585113-20122005"&gt;  to share&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508675940122944?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508675940122944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508675940122944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508675940122944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508675940122944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/12/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508788501294245</id><published>2005-12-19T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T08:11:40.896-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Eliana and Cinderella - Take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="312272613-20122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She does like the  original Disney movie Cinderella.  She still sings out "Sweet Nightengale"  occasionally.  The other day, I understood that she ducked behind the couch  while singing the opening number, holding her arms up just like Cinderella does  when she's getting dressed.  Complete with sound  effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="312272613-20122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="312272613-20122005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The most common  behaviour recently has been to dance around the house singing "So This is  Love".  Usually she'll do this right after her bath, treating her towel as  her dress.  The other day, she took her church dress and held part of it  out while twirling around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508788501294245?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508788501294245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508788501294245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508788501294245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508788501294245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/12/eliana-and-cinderella-take-2.html' title='Eliana and Cinderella - Take 2'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508668609158235</id><published>2005-12-19T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:51:50.893-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Toilet Seats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;&lt;span class="328395013-20122005"&gt;Toddlers.  &lt;/span&gt;Eliana's curiosity extended to  wondering if the portable toddler-sized toilet seat would work as a hat.   (These are the seats you can put over adult-sized seats to make it more  kid-friendly.  Really portable and good for travelling.)  Well,  shortly after realizing that the opening was a little too big for a hat, she  decided to see if she could make it into a necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did mom  discover this?  Oh, shortly after hearing the cries and grunts coming from  the bathroom as Eliana tried to get the seat (cushion side down of course) back  up over her head.  There was minor scarring, but the seat was eventually  removed intact.  Here's hoping that she remembers this and doesn't try it  again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508668609158235?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508668609158235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508668609158235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508668609158235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508668609158235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/12/toilet-seats.html' title='Toilet Seats'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508647417023914</id><published>2005-11-25T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:48:43.170-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Eliana's new books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We recently bought a copy of the 1970's "Sesame  Street Library" for Eliana.  We got the box and opened it for her.   She took out each book, stopping at times to describe the cover (e.g. Monster in  airplane).  She then sat down on the couch and went through each book  almost page by page until she got to book number 1.  We already had that  volume and she recognized some of the stories.  She got to the story with  Bert trying to take a bath while Ernie wanted to play football and stepped  through the story describing how Bert needed "one more thing" and how Ernie kept  wanting to play football.  We managed to get the last 30 seconds or so on  tape, but not much more.  After that story she just looked at the rest of  the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508647417023914?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508647417023914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508647417023914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508647417023914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508647417023914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/11/elianas-new-books.html' title='Eliana&apos;s new books'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508636797061652</id><published>2005-11-21T07:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:47:06.500-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Cow (Duck) -girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eliana climbed into an  inflatable duck tub, took a piece of cord from one of her older pieces of  clothing, tied it around the duck's neck, sat down in the tub and "rode" the  duck like a horse.  She kept saying "Yee-hah" while making the duck pop  wheelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She then exclaimed that she was a cow-girl.   Then that she was a girl-girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Who said life with a two-year-old is  boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508636797061652?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508636797061652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508636797061652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508636797061652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508636797061652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/11/cow-duck-girl.html' title='Cow (Duck) -girl'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508633533784451</id><published>2005-11-21T07:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:46:48.066-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Gender Identification</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eliana decided today that she would classify all of her  friends and toys as boys or girls (with accuracy).  Somehow she determined  that if she could "sleep" until morning on a "bed" she made up on the fireplace  that she is a girl.  Shortly afterwards she proclaimed that she had slept  until morning and was a girl.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She then announced that the same test must be done by  the other children (assuming those in her SS class at church) and her SS  teachers/watchers.  I don't know if she'll remember this until Sunday so  she can make them try it.  We'll see what happens (or more likely hear what  happens).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508633533784451?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508633533784451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508633533784451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508633533784451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508633533784451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/11/gender-identification.html' title='Gender Identification'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508630846905502</id><published>2005-11-21T07:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:46:28.610-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Salvation Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;AL took Eliana to Hobby Lobby today (craft store chain down  South).  On the way in, they encountered a Salvation Army worker -  collecting money, ringing bells, etc.  AL gave Eliana a couple of coins to  put in the pot.  Eliana deposited the coins into the pot and went into the  store with her mom.  On the way out, they passed by the worker again.   They walked a ways when Eliana remembered that she'd put some quarters in the  pot.  She asked "Where's my quarters?"  AL explained that we donate  money to help those less fortunate than we are.  Eliana then responded with  "You're joking me."  Apparently she couldn't believe it even when mom  explained this again because she still responded "You're joking me."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here's hoping that the Salvation Army worker outside  of the Hobby Lobby today got a small chuckle out of the experience if she  overheard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508630846905502?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508630846905502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508630846905502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508630846905502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508630846905502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/11/salvation-army.html' title='Salvation Army'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508624418573586</id><published>2005-11-14T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:44:36.690-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Cleanliness is a good thing, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;Eliana came  into the room today while AL was finishing a scarf she'd been working on for a  while.  Without warning, Eliana picked up the other end of the scarf and  blew her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she came in to the living room after having used  the potty all by herself.  When asked to go and wipe herself, she promptly  picked up a handy blanket on the floor and obeyed.  We're very glad that  this only lightly soiled the blanket and it was a good reminder that we need to  be more specific when we ask her to do things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508624418573586?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508624418573586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508624418573586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508624418573586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508624418573586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/11/cleanliness-is-good-thing-right.html' title='Cleanliness is a good thing, right?'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508519809324280</id><published>2005-11-14T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:42:39.083-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Eliana - Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;Lately she's  taken to scrubbing floors (or bathtubs after her bath) and singing the little  line from Cinderella where the sisters are taking their music lessons "Sweet  Nightengale" (a very brief line of the song) over and over.  She also tries  to clean up with her broom pretty regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508519809324280?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508519809324280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508519809324280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508519809324280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508519809324280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/11/eliana-cinderella.html' title='Eliana - Cinderella'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508515389498121</id><published>2005-10-30T07:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:40:40.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><title type='text'>RootKits &amp; Sony Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;Quick&lt;span class="468572413-20122005"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;note - Sony has agreed to stop making these  CD's (not that they will stop forever or even pull the ones already out there  from the market).  Microsoft has stated that they will include something in  their &lt;span class="468572413-20122005"&gt;December 2005 &lt;/span&gt;update to their  Anti-Spyware software to remove this rootkit if it has been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the  meantime, return those CD's to your retailer if you've just bought them.   Don't give them to anyone else and be careful.  The response from Sony in  this case was pretty awful, even going so far as to say that most people don't  know what a rootkit is so they shouldn't be concerned.  The same could have  been said of computer virii for some time.  You may not have known what a  computer virus was, but if you were infected, you cared quite a  bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RootKits &amp; Sony Music  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;While I don't really buy a whole lot of music from  Sony, this article raised quite a few concerns about what Sony is doing to  "protect" their content with DRM.  As most of the comments agree, this is  going&lt;i&gt; way&lt;/i&gt; too far.  The writer includes all of the steps he went  through to remove the malware installed by inserting this CD into his  computer.  Another great argument against using Autorun on your  machine.  If you're using it now, disable it.  Also, take a good luck  at the CD's you buy and where you get them from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sysinternals.com/blog/2005/10/sony-rootkits-and-digital-rights.html"&gt;http://www.sysinternals.com/blog/2005/10/sony-rootkits-and-digital-rights.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508515389498121?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508515389498121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508515389498121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508515389498121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508515389498121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/10/rootkits-sony-music.html' title='RootKits &amp; Sony Music'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508480929115690</id><published>2005-10-26T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:22:19.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Eliana &amp; the Sound of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eliana's taken to singing songs from "The Sound of  Music" lately.  She likes&lt;u&gt; Do-Re-Mi&lt;/u&gt; and the yodeling goatherd  song.  I understand that she went through Target today yodelling  happily.  She also keeps telling us that she's 14 going on another age that  keeps varying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Another musical feature lately has been her standing  on a small box, whatever is handy, and conducting people based on the scene  from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chitty Chitty Bang Bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; with Dick van Dyke at the fair.  It's pretty funny,  though it also looks like a conductor.  Only way we knew otherwise was when  she kept telling people to "step right up".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508480929115690?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508480929115690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508480929115690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508480929115690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508480929115690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/10/eliana-sound-of-music.html' title='Eliana &amp; the Sound of Music'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508507877653541</id><published>2005-10-26T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:43:12.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;    While prepping for work  the other day, Eliana came up to the other side of the door and knocked on  it.  Nothing unusual about that.  She often tries to get our attention  when we're not in the same room as her.  This time she followed the knock  with "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."  Shortly after that, she  repeated it in a higher, more urgent tone.  (I was too busy laughing to  respond initially.)  I finally fed her the correct response and she told me  that "I'll huff and I'll puff and blow your house down."  After that she  let out a large deep breath, kind of like trying to heat something with your  breath.&lt;br /&gt;   She's a great kid.  That made my day.  She's been  doing it on and off when the mood strikes her now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508507877653541?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508507877653541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508507877653541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508507877653541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508507877653541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/10/whos-afraid-of-big-bad-wolf.html' title='Who&apos;s afraid of the big bad wolf?'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19993176.post-113508502909910995</id><published>2005-10-21T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:39:43.496-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Squirrels and some nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Squirrels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="BlogViewId"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;AL, Amanda, Eliana, Emma, and Ethan all took a day  trip down to Fort Worth to visit the Science Museum and have a picnic lunch @  the Botanical Gardens.  Apparently the museum went well and they settled  down after looking around the gardens to eat.  Eliana picked up a stick and  played around for a while.  They eventually attracted the attention of a  squirrel.  Emma fed the squirrel out of her hand.  Eliana joined in  shortly afterwards.  They tried to pet and pick up the squirrel with little  success.  The squirrel wanted a little more chex mix and reached out to get  more from Emma's hand.  That disturbed her a little bit to the point that  she started asking Eliana where her stick was.  Unfortunately, no pictures  were taken and people with a camera came by a minute or two too late to actually  get a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19993176-113508502909910995?l=paschott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/feeds/113508502909910995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19993176&amp;postID=113508502909910995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508502909910995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19993176/posts/default/113508502909910995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paschott.blogspot.com/2005/10/squirrels-and-some-nuts.html' title='Squirrels and some nuts'/><author><name>Peter Schott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08234754312915202260</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
