One thing I've been meaning to blog on is my kids stories I tell at night.

When brianna was young, I used to tell little boy stories. These were stories from my young live, stories that made me into a hero, or I did crazy things, or I did stupid things, and my daughter would eat it up.

Second child, bryce, we moved into two different story types. One, where I would actually quickly draw pictures of chub and the princess....(bryce and brianna) doing crazy things on silly adventures. it took forever, so I went to Captain Yoder stories. These were pirate like stories, and i borrowed alot for Homer, and other mythology ( Xanadu, etc).
Then Ryan came around, and just as I ended those stories, Little Billy stories came about. This is a little billy story:

One day there was a little boy named billy. Billy was a good boy, he had brown hair and green eyes. He woke up one day in his dinosaur pajamas, the ones with the t-rexes in them. When he looked up ( or down or sideways or in the back yard)...he saw three lumps. These lumps were magical! So billy ran downstairs, and into the garage....but wait! Mom yanks him back and says " Little billy , you have to eat breakfast first!" Well, Little Billy was excited because mom made him Alien Pancakes! He ate seventeen of them!!

So, after that, he put his pants, and shoes and sox on, and then ran in to the garage, got his shovel with the red handle, and ran back up stairs. He started digging on those lumps....

Out of the first lump there was a frozen (sometimes not) Billy quickly ran to get warm water...and freed the guyy.

Second lump produced another good guy

Finally ,the third lump produced a BAD guy...and then a battle ensued, and the good guys find creative and funny ways to beat up the bad guys, and then they all run for ice cream or to the beach. Then they go back in there hole, and mom comes up, wonders what the mess is all about, and tells Ryan and Billy to get ready for dinner!

I know, that this time, there moments with my kids as their young still, are the very best times of my life. My only regret is that I cannot be a rich retired fart so that I can spend more time with my wonderful children. They are my life, a life I created with my wife.

Its awesome.