FOR TODAY February 23, 2009.. Outside my window… the snow is melting and the fog is dense. The new puppy is running chasing Sandy about. I am thinking… about getting breakfast started. Oatmeal, yum. I am thankful for… oh so many things; the puppy, staying with my children, breakfast choices, a decent night’s sleep. From…
He’s part Golden Retriever (his sister was golden) part ? … and very sweet. N-boy is convinced that Tenor is “his” dog. 🙂
FOR TODAY February 8, 2010… Outside my window… the sky is grey and laden with snow. It will be falling soon enough. And, here it is. I am thinking… about How Lincoln Learned to Read. I am thankful for… Similasan Pink Eye Relief ..I think M-girl had a close call. From the learning rooms… Argentina…
I really enjoyed How Lincoln Learned to Read. The book is a history of 12 Americans, or soon-to-be Americans, and the manner in which they gained the knowledge and skills that would become necessary for them to complete the role they would fulfill in their adult lives. Perhaps what is most fascinating to me is…
So far, this is the best of our regional meals. Pollo Arvejado This was easy and really, really tasty. Lots of good flavor and fried potatoes, hard to not like. Jason and I enjoyed a Chilean Chardonnay: Dessert was Empanadas. These were less difficult than I had expected, and a lot tastier! We also enjoyed…
We have yucky colds here this week, so we didn’t do a lot above and beyond our basic schedule. Our big accomplishment for the week is that R-girl hasn’t been in a diaper/pullup since Sunday nap time and has had only 2 accidents (one at night)! We’re calling her potty trained! Rejoice with me! Tomorrow…
The Little Book of Christian Character and Manners gave me a good solid kick in the pants. Deserved. So much of it makes sense; philosophically and theologically I agree with it. I like the way it was laid out. I need repentance and diligence and trust and consistency. I see some of the negative traits…
I’m pretty certain I don’t completely understand everything L’Engle is trying to say in any book and The Moon By Night is no exception. Vicky, 14, is having a bit of an identity crisis; she isn’t who she’s always been (gangly and angular and plain) and she isn’t sure she fits into her family or…