Yep, you heard it: Spring. That means Ganieda needs to be gearing up for Autumn before long… Here are the signs: It was daylight when I woke up this morning at 6:30. On a clear day it’s still light at dinner. We saw Striped Galloway calves on the way to church last week. We saw longhorn calves yesterday. There were snowdrops blooming in the ditch. Even in my cold wet shaded front yard, the tulips are 4-6 inches high. >contended sigh<
In other news, I traded my living room entertainment center and TV for a china cabinet. The old cabinet wasn’t “ugly,” but it was functional more than anything. The new one is quite nice looking, and matches our dining table quite well. It is a ‘reproduction,’ and isn’t solid wood, but it looks pretty close to the real thing. Bob will put pictures on Flickr.
We watched “Mom’s” 2 year old girl, Chloe on Wednesday and Thursday. She’s a sweet girl, very quiet, but hungry. : -) I thought she was a light, picky eater, but I was wrong. She’ll eat a full meal, and an hour later she wants something else! On Thursday, Ella was standing next to Chloe, and looked at her, and looked at me, and said, “Chloe’s different than me.” (No, I didn’t correct her grammar.) I said something about them both being little girls, and Ella said, “But her hands are … brown.” “Yes, that’s true, her skin is a different color.” “And her hair is…” She was looking for words, so I described Chloe’s two ponytails, and Ella decided she wanted ponytails, too. What am I supposed to say? Do we celebrate the differences or downplay them? Maybe it’s only because I’m white, but I tend to not make a big deal out of “race” – we are all Adam’s race, after all. I was raised that all colors are the same in God’s eyes and should be in our eyes, too. I’m not sure what I’m trying to say here, except that this is a touchy subject in America, and as a white person I feel very uncomfortable saying anything about it.
Anyway… Elijah is teething, and wanting to talk and walk. He was singing and dancing yesterday. :- ) He’s very sweet and cuddleable. And I am officially out of things to talk about. Oh, wait. Ella drew her first person this week. She was coloring, and brought her picture to me and asked, “Does this look like a person?” It really did! She then informed me it was Daddy. A very good likeness, too, with receding hairline and all. She had eyebrows and ears, too, which most early artists leave out. Being very pleased with herself, she went back to draw a picture of me, too. (Way too many ‘toos’ in that paragraph!)
Okay, now I’m done.