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

Monday, October 20, 2003

John and Hanna will begin their new MusikGarten class tomorrow. Rhonda has already got the CD, and we've been playing it a lot. John really likes it, and asks for it often. I like it even better than the other one.

John is getting so good at numbers and letters and counting concepts. You can ask him how many there are of something, and he'll tell you. He likes reading license plates, he can correctly say the letters and numbers there.

Hanna is going to be a jabberbox. And lately she's been picking up books and "reading" them. She holds and looks at them, and just babbles away, like she is reading the book.

John likes to lay beside me in my bed, and he'll pull the covers up over his head, and he'll say in a low voice (with the cutest rounded lips) "someone is sleeping in my bed", cuz he likes when I do the Three Bears thing with him, so I do the voices, and do a funny baby bear voice and when I say "and he's still here!" I pull the covers back and tickle him, and John just laughs and laughs.

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