To be a Virginian either by Birth, Marriage, Adoption, or even on one's Mother's side, is an Introduction to any State in the Union, a Passport to any Foreign Country, and a Benediction from Above. ~Anonymous
Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Sticks
Sticks have become a new passion for Edmund. This is not surprising given his gender and age (not sure if age really matters, i.e. Joanthan loves sticks too). Now, we need to have a stick more than we need to have a dog or bear.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Big Dog
Edmund is usually good about going to bed at our Bible Study leaders' house. Tonight he was not as sleepy as usual.
He was quite fascinated by their big dog, Dixie. She kept kissing him, maybe to help him sleep. Or maybe because his dinner made him smell good. Or maybe because babies carry all kinds of scents around since they have been all kinds of places and whatever they found there when into their mouths? Who can say?
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Where's Edmund??
There he is!!
(New evening pastime: get into jammies, get into closet, see how long the parents will wait until you come out. Lots of fun. We highly recommend this game.)
Monday, November 26, 2012
Walker
Edmund walked a quarter of a mile today. He was very sad to get back into the stroller. But it took us about the time to go the quarter that it does for me to push him round the mile. At some point, I just wanted to get back to the house.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Stuck
Our Silly Old Bear discovered that you can actually fit between the mattress and the headboard of the Parents' bed if you are very skinny. He was pleased to get down but wanted to be pulled up right away. After we got him unstuck he tried to squirm right back in the hole. Some people need to repeat an experiment just to make sure it was a bad idea the first time.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Grampy
After a long drive we finally made it to the Great-Grandparents' house. We were all so glad to get out of the car. Edmund and Grampy played Helicopters. We are looking forward to a great visit with them.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Concert
Edmund has started to pick out individual notes on the piano, not just slam a hand down all over an octave. We are hoping for a real concert soon.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Tea
Miss Anna came to tea with her mother. We four had a great time. Edmund spent quite a bit of that time explaining about the ceiling fan and light combo to Miss Anna. He is so glad that she is such a good listener.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Rocket Ship Jammies
What better way to blast off to dreamland than in Rocket Ship Jammies? We can't think of one. Maybe that is because some of us don't get as much uninterrupted sleep as we used to once upon a time.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Friday, November 09, 2012
Outside
Edmund has taken quite a fancy to our backyard. He enjoys his swing, but he also likes the door to Jonathan's workshop, the patio table, and the dirt, sticks, and leaves that can be found in proliferation outside. I think this is the start of a long and happy friendship.
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Tuesday, November 06, 2012
Polls
Why can't voting be done in July when it is nice and warm out? Why do we stand around in the dark, freezing our noses off, just to pick leaders? We voted. Now, where is some hot coffee.
Monday, November 05, 2012
Hug
Today we learned that our dear Auntie Bonnie has moved to Heaven to live with Jesus. We are sad for ourselves but happy for her. We are praying for her family and friends whose hearts are heavy. I have been so glad that Edmund was very snuggly today. It helps to have someone to hug you on days like today.
Sunday, November 04, 2012
Fall Festival
Our church has an annual Fall Festival with food, games, hay rides, a moon bounce, a bonfire, and most importantly, a huge box full of dry corn. Edmund, and the others his age, really enjoyed the corn box. They buried each other in the corn, they poured corn into each other's clothing, they dropped it out of the box by the handfuls. Mittens just get in the way. As our senior pastor predicted, the moms were getting corn out of the strangest places!
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