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, March 15, 2004

This morning as I picked Hanna up out of her crib, she grabbed a little stuffed bunny (she's quick!) Then, as I was changing her diaper she waved one of the bunny's arms with her hand and said "Hi Daddy!" ha, that's pretty imaginative.

As we driving to Sue's house, she was singing up a storm. She was kinda making up her own songs too. I heard her sing phrases from other videos or stories. Also, she'd sing, then say "louder" and then sing at the top of her lungs. heh.

When she sings the ABC song, at the end instead of saying "now I know my ABCs, next time..." she sings "now I A-B-E-F-G"

Grandpa called last night from the airport on his way back home. The kids were in bed already though.

John has had this exhibitionist streak lately (pun intended, I guess.) He'll shed his clothes, gather them up in his arms and come find me, laughing, then he'll drop the clothes and run all over.

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