Old Homestead Blog
stories from when the kids were little
Hello all. Peter's done a good job keeping you all informed about the big picture, but I'm going to throw in a quick closeup, consisting of Mommy's perspective. Our little Nelly was a real trooper through her ordeal. She didn't like the IV and wasn't crazy about the...
Miss Nelly (as many of you know) fell down and gashed her lower lip a couple of weeks ago. She had a stitch in for about a week, and during that time she learned to go everywhere and do everything with her tongue sticking out. Hence, it is not unusual to see a short...
From tonight: the scene is that bedtime has arrived and is quickly passing us by. Michelle is sleepily taking and resisting taking her bottle, by turns. Lewis has his pajamas on, but Inge professes to be unable to find all of hers, and she can consequently be heard...
To Pray without Ceasing
Inge's nightly prayers have been getting longer. We enjoy this very much. She's developed a thankful little heart, and generally thanks God for many things before she starts asking for stuff. The petitionary section has expanded in like measure, though; two nights ago...
According to Inge, we distribute Eccentric Oils.
What Happens Brain Your to when Parents You Become
So, Peter says at breakfast (asking me if our boarders are gone already): "Are the girls go?" Noticing that he seemed to be having trouble expressing himself, I helpfully supplied him with the words he needed: "You mean, are their gone?"