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, May 29, 2003

Last night Hanna was sitting on the kitchen floor, and I started saying to her "The cows are in the meadow, eating buttercup, ashes ashes, they all stand UP", and doing the hand motions, and she started doing it all by herself. She'd sit there, tap her hands on the floor, and say "aaah aaah aaah aahh", and then she'd stand up and say "AAAAH!" Then she'd sit back down and do it again. Ha.

Yesterday John wanted to get his little pacifier, I suppose cuz he's seen Hanna with hers so much, but I suppose too one way he's regressing a bit. He'd put it in his mouth and sort of pretend to cry, just having a little fun. Rhonda took him to the library last night, and they got a couple of Thomas music cds. They have the familiar songs you hear on the tapes.

Looks like I'll move to my new group here at work starting June 9.

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