I now have a helper when I bake. Since my counter space is limited I sometimes work on the floor so Tristan can watch. It is so fun to see him learning new things. He kept taking the eggshell, holding it over the bowl, then shaking it.
Below he bowl with the remains of the pumpkin roll cream on his head. I set it on the floor for him to lick and the next thing I knew, it was on his head.
“On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside of the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of conditions. Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies’ straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping god may wake someday and take offense, or the waking god may draw us out to where we can never return.” -Annie Dillard in Teaching a Stone to Talk
“Since when did I begin thinking my contribution to the world was so significant – uncrumbed counters, unlegoed floors -- that I was so necessary, that I couldn't stop, slow, still and commune with Jesus? God's the One who keeps the world in orbit, keeps the river running, not the efforts of any human hands. . . . No one's so important that several times a day, even for a few moments, she can't become small, invisible, in prayer.”Ann Voskamp
This summer Tristan has a natural Mohawk. Since his hair is growing longer it doesn't stand up as much as it used to. The other day he woke up from his nap looking like this.
2 weeks ago Geryll spent several days at a business seminar in Texas. My youngest sister Sonya kept me company part of the time. We went to Presque Isle and rented a surry bike. Tristan was not impressed with the helmet he needed to wear or with the special seat for him to ride in, so most of the time one of us had to peddle and hold him at the same time. Sonya was 8 when I left home for Faith Builders. Now, at 15, she's grown and changed so much- almost caught up to me. I love her dearly.
Tristan and I went to the Thurston Classic, a hot air balloon event hosted here in town every year. I can't believe I've never gone before! It was lovely! I've never seen a balloon on the ground, and their size surprised me.
