Powder up before we head out the door.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Quotes of the Day
Lewis: "Nooooose-wipe!" (then, explaining further): "Bubbles."
Inge, watching me take my temp: "And what time are you?"
Inge, watching me take my temp: "And what time are you?"
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Haiku for Childhood Illness
Mom. Mom. Mommy.
Moooom, mommy... mommymommymommy.
MOM. mom. Mommyyyyyyyyyy
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Our New Nephew
Father and son-- this is my brother Andrew and his son, Jeremiah Andrew Konstantin Roise. I think they're calling him "Jack."
Saturday, March 19, 2005
The Horrors of...Jello?
I have two kids and a husband. They have all been sick. And of that threesome, can you guess which two react with real terror and a sense of impending tragedy to my offers of Jello? That's right--not my husband. I made some beautiful, wholesome, jiggly lime jello for my invalids this week. Like eating emeralds, right? Wrong. After the two small ones had declined politely even to smell it for about four days running, we served it today as non-optional: one tiny forced bite of green jello, about 1 cm. cubed.
Tears.
Gags.
Heartbreak.
A immediate and noticeable decline in health (in both of them, even though Lewis is already convalescent.)
Inge took soon thereafter to the couch, wiping her tears, and Lewis gagged twice on the next bite of chicken, just to show me he was in earnest about the green stuff. I still have a whole container of green jello--now growing somewhat runny--in my fridge. But what does one do with leftover jello (now somewhat runny)? Please, send recipes.
Tears.
Gags.
Heartbreak.
A immediate and noticeable decline in health (in both of them, even though Lewis is already convalescent.)
Inge took soon thereafter to the couch, wiping her tears, and Lewis gagged twice on the next bite of chicken, just to show me he was in earnest about the green stuff. I still have a whole container of green jello--now growing somewhat runny--in my fridge. But what does one do with leftover jello (now somewhat runny)? Please, send recipes.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
A Toast for Today
"A toast-- to my nephews: to the now and the hereafter: to this Sabbath and the resurrection."
Would you trust those eyes?
I hope you all like the pictures as much as I do. This one just seemed like it needed to be posted as well.
Covenant Child #1
And the big girl herself-- also prepared for the gathering of the saints to worship God (a week ago).
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Caroling, and other things
On listening a little more closely this morning, I found out something: Lewis's version of "Little Drummer Boy" has uncommon elements. He seems to sing something about "giving playdough...pa-rum-pum-pum-pum." One wonders what shape the story of Bethlehem is beginning to take within his head.
Speaking of little heads and their concept of the world, Inge has had Canaanites much on the brain of late. Thanks to a combination of Dr. Leithart's preaching and Peter's explaining, she knows that the Canaanites and the Israelites were fundamentally opposed; but even after much questioning of her father, she didn't seem entirely satisfied about why the Israelites were supposed to kill all the Canaanites. Because of this, and at Peter's prompting, she asked Mr. Wilson about it the other night. But let me back up: since Inge doesn't understand the subtle nuancing that creates a distinction between the words "ask" and "tell," first she told Mr. Wilson about it. She told him, in fact, that the Canaanites were bad boys, and so God told the Israelites to kill them, and they walked around and walked around, and then Jericho fell down. At this juncture, her father interrupted to elaborate on the earlier instructions, and so Inge composed herself to inquire. She does this by looking concerned, and tilting her head.
Inge: "Now. Now, now, whhhyyyy did God tell the, the (having some trouble with the names) the Israelites to kill the Canaanites?" (with an air of finality) "Why?"
Mr. Wilson, we are happy to say, proved his wisdom by answering much like Daddy. He told her that he would only like to expand on her dad's response by saying that it was because the Canaanites were bad boys...and girls.
Speaking of little heads and their concept of the world, Inge has had Canaanites much on the brain of late. Thanks to a combination of Dr. Leithart's preaching and Peter's explaining, she knows that the Canaanites and the Israelites were fundamentally opposed; but even after much questioning of her father, she didn't seem entirely satisfied about why the Israelites were supposed to kill all the Canaanites. Because of this, and at Peter's prompting, she asked Mr. Wilson about it the other night. But let me back up: since Inge doesn't understand the subtle nuancing that creates a distinction between the words "ask" and "tell," first she told Mr. Wilson about it. She told him, in fact, that the Canaanites were bad boys, and so God told the Israelites to kill them, and they walked around and walked around, and then Jericho fell down. At this juncture, her father interrupted to elaborate on the earlier instructions, and so Inge composed herself to inquire. She does this by looking concerned, and tilting her head.
Inge: "Now. Now, now, whhhyyyy did God tell the, the (having some trouble with the names) the Israelites to kill the Canaanites?" (with an air of finality) "Why?"
Mr. Wilson, we are happy to say, proved his wisdom by answering much like Daddy. He told her that he would only like to expand on her dad's response by saying that it was because the Canaanites were bad boys...and girls.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Fashion and Poise
Isn't talking fun!? Maybe this is why we have such a hard time getting her to eat.
Sunday Afternoon
A successful Sabbath feast--Lewis is full and the bottle is empty-- don't jump to conclusions.
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