Apt to Study Arguments

Today I had occasion to tell Inge it behooves her to repent after having lied because it's a bad deal when God is angry with you.

Whereat the small doctrinaire pointed out something I had, perhaps, missed: She doesn't have to worry too much (the implication ran) because "God is slow to anger." See?

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Weekly Update

Here are a few kid pictures from this past week. And this is only a sampling, believe me.

Louie and Michelley, being cute.


Namma comes through with matching pajamas for the girls. Thanks, Namma.

M'Nelly playing with Inge (they are wearing matching pajamas, although you can't see this in the picture).

M'Nelly likes her bath.
Even better example of lunch-time half masted eyes than last week's.

You Know You Have Kids When...

...your idea of luxury vacationing is a trip to (as they say in England) the W. C.

Inge's Take

According to Inge, we distribute Eccentric Oils.

What Happens Brain Your To When Parents You Become

So, Peter says at breakfast (asking me if our boarders are gone already):

"Are the girls go?"

Noticing that he seemed to be having trouble expressing himself, I helpfully supplied him with the words he needed:

"You mean, are their gone?"

The Others

My beautiful wife--trolling a slow poke behind and to her left.

Inge telling a story. Drama, including hand motions, is not at all uncommon.

Lewis lagging behind as usual. Good kid, but reeaalllly sloooow!

Michelley M'Nelly

Here are some Michelley photos... Namma pointed out that they were lacking.

Half-mast eyes.

Pianos also have keys. Notice the tip-toes.

Bright blue eyes are key.

Pineapple is an interesting flavor.

Kids

Happy Birthday, Michael

Kids Etc

Inge looked very pretty this morning. She is really so much of a little girl now, and not a toddler. Amazing how fast she's grown up.

Keeping Mom company as she's getting ready for church.

Montemarie, Ray, Claire and Michelle all looking at, what else? Pictures, of course.

Inge in one of her amazing outfits. Perhaps she will be a fashion designer.

Dallas Trip

This is a pictures of Abby, one of the younger daughters of the family I stayed with (and the family that flew me down) in Texas. She sort of reminds me of what my sister Libby used to look like when she was that size.


Here's Micah Hurd, showing off his window-washing skills. Makes it look easy, doesn't he. ;)

This is, I assume, "Salt Lake" from the sky. At least we landed in "Salt Lake City" right after we flew over this body of water.

Here are my cute kids waving goodbye to me in the plane. I was glad to get home, even though it was only a weekend.

Good Manners

Lewis, overheard speaking to a bug floating in the toilet:

"I'm gonna flush you down now. Okay? Okay now, ready?"

Don't ask me why.

Inge has a new game with which to while away the hours. Yesterday afternoon I heard a great banging proceeding from the playroom--a banging that sounded like someone short hitting a mirror with toys. Oddly enough, this is exactly what it was. Inge was parked in front of the lowdown mirror, and was banging on it with all her might and main--and also with a plastic knife. She was also shouting into it with some vehemence. Her elaboration to me was as follows, having lost none of the original emphasis:

“We are shouting at the bad guys, and very displeasedly, and telling them they may only--eat--fur. And napkins. And...and....sheep. And they are minerals. And I am telling them that they may NOT WORSHIP IDOLS! And [by way of explanation about the plastic knife] I am chopping them up with my sword, and Lewis is chopping them up with his knife [plastic saw]. So, we're going to be good parents when we grow up."

But I'm not so sure about this, myself, especially not about Lewis's qualifications, because a short while later this doozy came shooting down the pike: Inge traipsed through the kitchen, her big shirt proclaiming her intention of becoming a parent. Soon.

"I've got three babies in my tummy," she mentioned calmly. "I'm going to have them right now, Lewis. Please go get the birth tub."

But the garbage truck was going by just then, and Lewis was busy with more important things. "Um, not right now," he muttered, whereupon Inge showed her mettle and had the babies anyway.

It is worthy of postscriptive note that the bad guys Inge had dealt with in the morning were finished off in proper new covenant style, in that she avowedly took their blood, and turned it into angels. I took this as a sort of metaphor for conversion.

Tweety Bird

Everyone's watched Tweety Bird cartoons, right? Everyone's seen that little jump Tweety does whenever he spies Sylvester watching him? Remember how the cartoon music goes "WAAH!" and a little burst of surprise-molecules flies out of Tweety's head just before he hits the ground running?

Well, that's what Michelle does when she's gotten into the cat food and then notices that her crimes and misdemeanors have been observed. Also, she wears Tweety's look of diligent endeavor flecked with humor, during her getaway. Of course, the humor on Tweety's countenance is surely related to his anticipation of what's going to happen to Sylvester; whereas on Michelley it merely means she knows she won't make it, but darn it, she's sure gonna give it all she's got.

And while we're on the topic of cat food, don't ever let anyone tell you that a ten-month old doesn't understand obedience. This small stinker certainly does.

Sympathetic Minds

Lewis prayed for our lunch yesterday. His enunciation is still developing, which leads sometimes to lack of audience comprehension. Then again...sometimes it doesn't.

Lewis: Heeehney Fahr, heeeheeueeheheheheheeeh.

Inge and Lewis, completely in unison: Amen.