Merry Christmas from the Roises. The Lord is come!!
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Lewisisms
Lewis has begun commenting on movies. He turns to whomever he is sitting with and urges his (rather simple) insights until they are acknowledged. "Hat! Hat! Hat! Hat-hat!" Or, watching a movie in which somebody was sleeping: "A-pleep! A-PLEEP!"
Another common funny is his rendering of the word "milk." eh-MULK.
And yes, Winnie-the-Pooh has already left his mark: this morning I found Lewis stalking about his bedroom with a partially open umbrella, observing, "tut-tut! weenh! tut-tut, weenh!"
The inspiration for this blog just happened a moment ago. Sometimes I am too busy to take care of potential disasters right away, and so, I procrastinate--salving my conscience by taking two-minute readings. ("On the Mommy scale, disaster potential is now at a 6; thirty seconds remaining to zero hour") The young man had oiled his way into his father's empty office--on the disaster scale an easy 9 and a half. But he was sitting innocently in a Church-hillian pose on Daddy's chair, looking proud and inert, so I left him there. On the second check it became evident that a previously held plan had been quickly put into action as soon as I left, for there was Lewis in the same chair with a pipe and an open tobacco pouch, preparing to have a smoke.
Another common funny is his rendering of the word "milk." eh-MULK.
And yes, Winnie-the-Pooh has already left his mark: this morning I found Lewis stalking about his bedroom with a partially open umbrella, observing, "tut-tut! weenh! tut-tut, weenh!"
The inspiration for this blog just happened a moment ago. Sometimes I am too busy to take care of potential disasters right away, and so, I procrastinate--salving my conscience by taking two-minute readings. ("On the Mommy scale, disaster potential is now at a 6; thirty seconds remaining to zero hour") The young man had oiled his way into his father's empty office--on the disaster scale an easy 9 and a half. But he was sitting innocently in a Church-hillian pose on Daddy's chair, looking proud and inert, so I left him there. On the second check it became evident that a previously held plan had been quickly put into action as soon as I left, for there was Lewis in the same chair with a pipe and an open tobacco pouch, preparing to have a smoke.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Singing lessons
We overslept this morning. The first thing we heard when we did awake was a singing lesson well in progress in the next room. We think it may also have been Inge and Lewis's first verbalized argument:
Inge: Gloooooria, oh, Gloooooooria!
Lewis (ponderously melodious): Goooooooria
Inge: No, it's Gloria.
Lewis, branching out on a derivation of his own: It's happy, it's happy!
Inge: No, Gloria.
Lewis--not a dutiful student--doesn't care any more: Happy, happy!
Inge: Gloooooria, oh, Gloooooooria!
Lewis (ponderously melodious): Goooooooria
Inge: No, it's Gloria.
Lewis, branching out on a derivation of his own: It's happy, it's happy!
Inge: No, Gloria.
Lewis--not a dutiful student--doesn't care any more: Happy, happy!
Moral: Area codes DO matter
I know this, because I just called a potato warehouse in Aberdeen, Idaho, and told them I wanted an ultrasound.
On topics less imponderable: Buddy likes trucks. From the heavily bundled figure in the right-hand half of the stroller, I heard the following commentary during our walk this morning:
"Puck!...Wwwwrruck!....Hrruck!...Frrruck!"
On topics less imponderable: Buddy likes trucks. From the heavily bundled figure in the right-hand half of the stroller, I heard the following commentary during our walk this morning:
"Puck!...Wwwwrruck!....Hrruck!...Frrruck!"
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Discovered too Latte
Biddle-bud hoping to have received a Latte, discovers that the restaurant manager disguised water in a hot drink cup, with a lid.
Watertower
A watertower at sunset. This is a view from our street (well, sort of-- my new super zoom makes it look closer than it really is)
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Vignette
Scene: The Homestead Place after dinner. Some early Christmas music fills the house with fun and cheer. Claire is cleaning up the post-dinner mess. Peter has gone upstairs. Inge and Lewis are entertaining themselves in some mysterious fashion in the family room.
Vignette: Claire walks around the corner, to see Lewis--to the strains of Frosty the Snowman--vigorously emptying the pepper shaker as he walks about the room. The scene is oddly reminiscent of the holidays--Buddy reminds one of those Salvation Army ringers, or perhaps Santa, or an oldtime town crier during the holidays. Pepper drifts down something like snow. ~
"Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" just came on. There is a strange thumping noise coming around the corner, the sort of noise a hammer would make if it were pounding on the closed piano.
Signing off,
Claire
Vignette: Claire walks around the corner, to see Lewis--to the strains of Frosty the Snowman--vigorously emptying the pepper shaker as he walks about the room. The scene is oddly reminiscent of the holidays--Buddy reminds one of those Salvation Army ringers, or perhaps Santa, or an oldtime town crier during the holidays. Pepper drifts down something like snow. ~
"Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" just came on. There is a strange thumping noise coming around the corner, the sort of noise a hammer would make if it were pounding on the closed piano.
Signing off,
Claire
Friday, November 05, 2004
More from Mommy
how the world works
Inge has from somewhere contrived a notion that a marriage ceremony consists in the proper wearing of a veil. In her world of make-believe, it follows that she can marry any unsuspecting individual she can drape a veil over. Such as Buddy. A veil can be, and usually is, a piece of string. And so it happens that Buddy will get married two or three times a day, without his consent, participation, or knowledge; and the sign of the recent nuptials is a long red string run over his crown and tucked behind his ears. Poor innocent. But I wonder...Is there a moral to this story?
Inge has from somewhere contrived a notion that a marriage ceremony consists in the proper wearing of a veil. In her world of make-believe, it follows that she can marry any unsuspecting individual she can drape a veil over. Such as Buddy. A veil can be, and usually is, a piece of string. And so it happens that Buddy will get married two or three times a day, without his consent, participation, or knowledge; and the sign of the recent nuptials is a long red string run over his crown and tucked behind his ears. Poor innocent. But I wonder...Is there a moral to this story?
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Dragon Slayer
In some ways, Inge puts her mommy to shame. (Mommy's posting, this time.) She brought me into the living room to "show me something" today, that was supposed to be a spider. Inge's spiders usually aren't, but this one was--had been, I mean. Inge had killed it, as she reasonably explained to me, because it had been inside, which is where spiders are not supposed to be. Turns out she killed it with a microphone and a wooden bead. Got the job done, certainly. She wanted to be the one to wipe it up, too.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Halloween Cometh
This is real. Hunny (Claire's grandma) apparently puts out the real halloween decorations.
Columbia River, Mt. Hood, and the Beautiful NW
Mt Hood, on the way to Namma and Tappa Quack's house. They sure picked a nice scenic drive for us!!
Bishop's Orchard
The Roises and their boarders went to Bishop's Orchard for apples and homemade cider. Good stuff, Mayton!
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Home again, home again...
After 17 days and 4500+ miles we are home. It was a good trip. According to Texans it was a mild Texas (and I admit, it was quite bearable), but North Dakota was milder, and Idaho is the mildest of all-- in fact we were cold last night, deliciously cold.
Our sincerest thanks to all those who showed us hospitality on our trip. We enjoyed visiting with all of you. May the saints always practice for the marriage feast as you have with us.
Our sincerest thanks to all those who showed us hospitality on our trip. We enjoyed visiting with all of you. May the saints always practice for the marriage feast as you have with us.
Pilot with a broken wing
Yes that arm is broken-- perhaps we'll post the ex-rays later... she travelled very well, and garnered lots of sympathy.
Flying over Barnesville
This is the house that Mom and Dad are building... "Let's go to Barnesville."
Monday, August 23, 2004
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Suspicion
I Timothy 5:24-25 says something about sins that suprises us. In essence Paul is telling Timothy that he is to withold judgment concerning the men in his congregation, especially those who he would have to be elders, both as to their innocence and to their guilt. He encourages suspicion-- a Godly suspicion. Timothy is to be as suspicious of others as he is of himself, and as suspicious of himself as he ought to be. Timothy is to have his eyes open, and wait for time to prove God's judgment. "Every man's way seems right in his own eyes, but God judges the heart." and "Seach me and see if there is any hidden fault."
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
A book I found:
I found this book online yesterday and ordered it. I'll let you know how it is. Looks very interesting.
www.knowledge.co.uk/ xxx/cat/sweeney/
www.knowledge.co.uk/ xxx/cat/sweeney/
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Monday, August 09, 2004
Speaking of Children
Here's an interesting series of references:
3 And the king spake unto Ashpenaz the master of his eunuchs, that he should bring certain of the children of Israel, and of the king’s seed, and of the princes;
4 Children in whom was no blemish, but well favoured, and skilful in all wisdom, and cunning in knowledge, and understanding science, and such as had ability in them to stand in the king’s palace, and whom they might teach the learning and the tongue of the Chaldeans.
5 And the king appointed them a daily provision of the king’s meat, and of the wine which he drank: so nourishing them three years, that at the end thereof they might stand before the king.
And then:
29 Seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand before kings; he shall not stand before mean men.
1 ¶ When thou sittest to eat with a ruler, consider diligently what is before thee:
2 And put a knife to thy throat, if thou be a man given to appetite.
3 Be not desirous of his dainties: for they are deceitful meat.
And then:
¶ And as he thus spake for himself, Festus said with a loud voice, Paul, thou art beside thyself; much learning doth make thee mad.
And then:
And Moses was learned in all the wisdom of the Egyptians, and was mighty in words and in deeds.
3 And the king spake unto Ashpenaz the master of his eunuchs, that he should bring certain of the children of Israel, and of the king’s seed, and of the princes;
4 Children in whom was no blemish, but well favoured, and skilful in all wisdom, and cunning in knowledge, and understanding science, and such as had ability in them to stand in the king’s palace, and whom they might teach the learning and the tongue of the Chaldeans.
5 And the king appointed them a daily provision of the king’s meat, and of the wine which he drank: so nourishing them three years, that at the end thereof they might stand before the king.
And then:
29 Seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand before kings; he shall not stand before mean men.
1 ¶ When thou sittest to eat with a ruler, consider diligently what is before thee:
2 And put a knife to thy throat, if thou be a man given to appetite.
3 Be not desirous of his dainties: for they are deceitful meat.
And then:
¶ And as he thus spake for himself, Festus said with a loud voice, Paul, thou art beside thyself; much learning doth make thee mad.
And then:
And Moses was learned in all the wisdom of the Egyptians, and was mighty in words and in deeds.
Friday, August 06, 2004
Out of the mouths of babes
Claire's first post. I will be adding, I expect, snippets of parental musings, as parental musing is mostly what I do. These thoughts will be short enough to be completed between one diaper change and the next, which means please don't hold me responsible for introductions and the like. I'll biff on here, add half a thought, find out that there's a diaper waiting to be changed, and exit stage left. In token of which, here's something.
There is a very interesting (Darwinian) book by one Steven Pinker called The LanguageInstinct, and part of it is about the innate knowledge humans seem to have (exampled by very young children, remote societies, speakers of pidgin English, and others) about sentence structure. How, for instance, does Inge know what an adverb is? And yet, two or three days ago she told me over lunch that her friend Payton had been blowing her nose “hardly.” I of course have never said any such thing about nose-blowing. Nor have I told Inge about helping verbs; and even so, a common construction in Inge-speak is “was-been,” as in, “I was been cleaning my room.”
And, still speaking of languages, Lewis has his own dialect. It should be called “Eh-weh.” A one-year-old friend of ours recently visited (with her family) from Texas. She spoke Doy-doy-doy—a resonant, boinging sort of speech, very much unlike Lewis’s language, which is replete with airy syllables, delicate assonances, front rhymes, soft labials, and hard-breathed h’s. His favorite word is “Uh-Oh,” I suppose because it is free of consonants. Mama and and Baba are much more risky, as one never knows whether the labials will cooperate or not: an intended “ma” is so likely to come out as “ba” instead. Dada is more of a sure thing. But Uh-Oh was conceived in the planet Mercury, and echoes of its silver-splashed beginnings still ring in Lewis’s ears, and the glory of its wafting down still shines in Lewis’s eyes. It is a thing of beauty, and a joy forever. “Say Uh-oh, Lewis,” we urge; and brown eyes shine and little cheeks glow, and with zealous ceremony Lewis says “Ah-Ah! Ah-Weh! Uh-Weh!” And then, carefully, “Uh….oh.”
There is a very interesting (Darwinian) book by one Steven Pinker called The LanguageInstinct, and part of it is about the innate knowledge humans seem to have (exampled by very young children, remote societies, speakers of pidgin English, and others) about sentence structure. How, for instance, does Inge know what an adverb is? And yet, two or three days ago she told me over lunch that her friend Payton had been blowing her nose “hardly.” I of course have never said any such thing about nose-blowing. Nor have I told Inge about helping verbs; and even so, a common construction in Inge-speak is “was-been,” as in, “I was been cleaning my room.”
And, still speaking of languages, Lewis has his own dialect. It should be called “Eh-weh.” A one-year-old friend of ours recently visited (with her family) from Texas. She spoke Doy-doy-doy—a resonant, boinging sort of speech, very much unlike Lewis’s language, which is replete with airy syllables, delicate assonances, front rhymes, soft labials, and hard-breathed h’s. His favorite word is “Uh-Oh,” I suppose because it is free of consonants. Mama and and Baba are much more risky, as one never knows whether the labials will cooperate or not: an intended “ma” is so likely to come out as “ba” instead. Dada is more of a sure thing. But Uh-Oh was conceived in the planet Mercury, and echoes of its silver-splashed beginnings still ring in Lewis’s ears, and the glory of its wafting down still shines in Lewis’s eyes. It is a thing of beauty, and a joy forever. “Say Uh-oh, Lewis,” we urge; and brown eyes shine and little cheeks glow, and with zealous ceremony Lewis says “Ah-Ah! Ah-Weh! Uh-Weh!” And then, carefully, “Uh….oh.”
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Israel in Egypt
The latest addition to our music collection is Handel's "Israel in Egypt." Like most of Handel's work it is fun to listen to and well worth owning. Aren't we lucky that he wrote in English too!
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