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

Wednesday, October 22, 2003

John has these giraffe slippers he likes. I think Rhonda got them from a rummage sale, so they are getting a bit ragged on the bottom. One has three smaller holes, and one has one big hole. And John always likes to look at the holes, so last night after I put them on him, he grabs his foot and looks and says "Hi, I'm a big hole!" Ha.

We have one of the pumpkins we got last Saturday in the kitchen so the kids can roll around on them, and last night John tried to pick it up (and couldn't, it's rather big) and he said "it's heavy for me". I've never heard say something like that before, that's a complex thought and grammer. His vocal skills have really come a long ways!

Hanna was this way of eating where her upper lip kinda scoops in whatever is on the spoon. It almost looks like the way a horse eats or something. Not that she looks like a horse, it's real cute. Just funny how her upper lip kinda flares out and scoops the food in.

Some cooler weather is coming next week. Oh well, it has to happen sooner or later. Waaahh.

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