tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148261042009-04-16T15:47:07.148+06:00The world according to Zeph... a 7 year old boy and his view of life. As his sister Vera, Zeph Ezekiel or Bugsy to many friends is a homeschooled boy who wishes to be a missionary and development worker like his Papa. Inquisitive. Funny. Very articulate. These are his musings... and mine about him.marianoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14826104.post-1158067176817399832006-09-04T19:15:00.000+06:002006-09-12T19:19:36.816+06:00ONE late night, we were ready for bed and yet Stephie was still up and playful. We were tickling her.<br /><br />"Please, please, dont play too much with Stephie. She might get over-constipated and she won't be able to sleep."<br /><br />Ooops! Sorry about that Zeph... but we can stimulate her tomorrow when she goes to do the number 2. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14826104-115806717681739983?l=gnet1228.blogspot.com'/></div>marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14826104.post-1158064556596357032006-08-28T18:05:00.000+06:002006-09-12T19:11:10.173+06:00<p>After our breakfast prayer, Zeph asked, " Mom, if I asked God for forgiveness, will He forgive my future sins? What will happen to my future sins?"</p><p>...he was really serious when I looked at him. I tried to answer in the best way I could as what the Scriptures say about this. It gave me opportunity as well to follow up on the Sunday message of Pastor Gary. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14826104-115806455659635703?l=gnet1228.blogspot.com'/></div>marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14826104.post-1124708783376745182005-08-22T17:04:00.000+06:002006-05-08T12:12:14.633+06:00Sometime in 2004.<br /><br />Family was returning home from Church one Sunday. According to Bugsy, coach (soccer) said that for him to improve his game, he should also practice on Sunday. But he doesn’t want to. Mama and Papa, eager to know why (thinking that the reason was it is the Lord’s day), asked him the reason. Bugsy said, “… because it is the hottest day.” “How can it be?” asked Mama. He replied “It is Sunday … sun… day!” So, it is.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14826104-112470878337674518?l=gnet1228.blogspot.com'/></div>marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14826104.post-1124170096790446662005-08-16T11:20:00.000+06:002005-08-16T11:28:16.796+06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4069/1354/1600/23%20-%20Kids%20008.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4069/1354/400/23%20-%20Kids%20008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When he was small… probably 4 years old..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">One night, he could not sleep.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><blockquote><em>“Mama, I wish there were two suns; when one goes down, another goes up and I don’t have to sleep</em>.”</blockquote></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14826104-112417009679044666?l=gnet1228.blogspot.com'/></div>marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14826104.post-1124709701465103492005-07-01T17:07:00.000+06:002005-08-22T17:21:41.470+06:00I know Bugsy has the makings of a dad... just read on.<br /><br />"Now I know why Stephie’s nose is flat. So when she feeds on you, she can breathe." – Bugsy<br /><br />Bugsy was watching Mama change Stephie’s diaper. “Mama, can I do that?” he asked. “Sure” and Mama let him. “You know what, Mom, I would like to have children someday. I like to look after them…. My wife? – we will switch places; she will work in the office and I will stay at home to take care of the children.”<br /><br />Indeed!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14826104-112470970146510349?l=gnet1228.blogspot.com'/></div>marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14826104.post-1147332925969160302005-06-27T11:08:00.000+06:002006-05-11T13:37:31.620+06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4069/1354/1600/IMG_0018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 354px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4069/1354/320/IMG_0018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4069/1354/1600/IMG_0015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 359px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4069/1354/320/IMG_0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">An encounter with the elephants. " Mom, shall we buy bananas for them?"</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14826104-114733292596916030?l=gnet1228.blogspot.com'/></div>marianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14826104.post-1124710357323731282005-06-01T17:27:00.000+06:002005-08-22T17:37:13.270+06:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Papa and Bugsy were walking past </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the Embassy of Egypt one day. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He pointed the sign on the gate to Bugsy </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and asked: <span style="color:#66ff99;">“<em>Do you know where Egypt is</em>?” </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He replied, <span style="color:#99ff99;">“<em>In Africa…. To the north is Mediterranean Sea, west is Libya, south is Sudan and east is the Red Sea.."</em></span></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;">Well, of course..</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14826104-112471035732373128?l=gnet1228.blogspot.com'/></div>marianoreply@blogger.com0