Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Thursday, March 06, 2003

This morning as I was getting ready to go, I had my lunch bag on the stool, and John saw it and picked it up and said "Daddy's purse." Ha.

John was going to have some Kroupa for breakfast. (Russian equivalent of Cream of Wheat, basically.) We'll have to pick up some more if and when we go.

Friday I'll take him to that New Horizons place for the day, as Sue was going to be busy that day. We've used that place once or twice before as a backup day care option. He seemed to like it there, although it's probably been awhile since he was there last.

Last night when he had had his supper, and was still sitting at the table, John said the longest sentence I've heard him say. He said "Get down Go play LeapPad Dora".

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