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

Friday, June 06, 2003

Rhonda heard John apparently counting his toes (1..2.. etc..all the way to 10.) so she went to peek on him and he was counting them all on one foot. Ha.

John's hands are getting bigger as he is growing. He no longer has the little baby hands.

Seems like Hanna says (or is trying to say) "Are we done?" for just about everything. She hears John say it, and must think, hey, he says it and something happens (he gets down from the table) so I'll say it for everything and maybe what I want will happen to! Like, she'll bring me a book to read and she'll say "are we done?" Ha.

Last night Rhonda was getting Hanna to say "Mama" very clearly. She said it several times. Then, later when we were in the kitchen, Hanna came in, and Rhonda said "Say Mama!" And, without any prompting, Hanna said "Da-Da!" Yay! That's my girl! I cheered when she said that, and then Hanna put her arms in the air and shrieked and giggled.

This is my last day in the group I've been in, in one form or another, since coming to Qwest. Am looking forward to the change though. It will be a nice group to work with.

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