It is God who has made us and not we ourselves, we are His people and the sheep of His pasture!
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
The joy of going to AIG twice a week
WOW! You're excited aren't you.
Are you smarter than a 4th grader? Not yet. I see you spending your twenty minutes of reading chomping at the bit, to put this book down.
What's so wrong with reading?
It's fun? You love it, as long as it's silly or funny.
Thank God for teachers.
The first week of school under the belt. Onward and upward!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Getting ready for 4th grade...
Thank God, aunt Lee provided a new computer with a videocam. Thank you Aunt Lee!
God bless the fourth grade Ezra. Ready, set, here we go.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Here's Your Hat, What's Your Hurry?---fecitious cliches of the queen of cliche's
Here's Your HAT?
This year's theme, "by default" was Here's Your Hat, What's Your Hurry---{circa Ruth 1900's}
Each Day before school, we had a few stowaway moments to ourselves, just Mommy and Ez. I tried to tell you a little about myself and in the words of my now beloved, least favorite Grandma Ruth. I told you how I boycotted her home for years of my life, though we went there every week. She always said, Here's your hat, what's your hurry? In fact, she had hundreds of cliche's that meant you are certainly not welcome here. She didn't really mean it, but she was never at a loss for words saying it. Her house was comfortable otherwise. Always, there was alot of food and drink and the comforts of home. Her words were almost always cross, towards me. {Later in life, Uncle Charles translated her to me, but as a child, I never could understand that. }
I am sure that I was her least favorite grandchild, also. I used our love/hate relationship to remind myself that life is short. She lived a very long and happy, though tumultuous life. She exemplified a lot of good qualities of taking things in stride and life as it comes. I learned from her, though I hated most of the classtime, we spent together. Everybody else loved her so much. Ethan was the last grandchild to meet her. I try to tell you about her and remind us that we have to keep pace with the moments. She always kept pace with the times. She never dawdled and she encouraged us all in and out of her presence. I liked the leaving time with her, so I was glad when the finale was sung, at her house. We went there every week, for a long time. I sat in the car, during my boycott. I don't want to miss the time with you because of my neglect, or attitude, so I sing her song to you and hope that we can find common ground. We are about the same distance in age and I am hoping that we can bridge the generation gap and love eachother deeply, inspite of the years. XOXOXOXO
Each Day before school, we had a few stowaway moments to ourselves, just Mommy and Ez. I tried to tell you a little about myself and in the words of my now beloved, least favorite Grandma Ruth. I told you how I boycotted her home for years of my life, though we went there every week. She always said, Here's your hat, what's your hurry? In fact, she had hundreds of cliche's that meant you are certainly not welcome here. She didn't really mean it, but she was never at a loss for words saying it. Her house was comfortable otherwise. Always, there was alot of food and drink and the comforts of home. Her words were almost always cross, towards me. {Later in life, Uncle Charles translated her to me, but as a child, I never could understand that. }
I am sure that I was her least favorite grandchild, also. I used our love/hate relationship to remind myself that life is short. She lived a very long and happy, though tumultuous life. She exemplified a lot of good qualities of taking things in stride and life as it comes. I learned from her, though I hated most of the classtime, we spent together. Everybody else loved her so much. Ethan was the last grandchild to meet her. I try to tell you about her and remind us that we have to keep pace with the moments. She always kept pace with the times. She never dawdled and she encouraged us all in and out of her presence. I liked the leaving time with her, so I was glad when the finale was sung, at her house. We went there every week, for a long time. I sat in the car, during my boycott. I don't want to miss the time with you because of my neglect, or attitude, so I sing her song to you and hope that we can find common ground. We are about the same distance in age and I am hoping that we can bridge the generation gap and love eachother deeply, inspite of the years. XOXOXOXO
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Where are you?
Your father and I were searching diligently to find you. Up and down and around and around and you were right at the friend's house, where we thought you would have been. We missed you. We were worried sick. Thank you for being so consistent. Know that we love you intensely!
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