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!"
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