Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth. -Picasso
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Allow me to share a few choice snippets of wisdom. Erik: ...and in your head you got the big face bone and there's the round ball-y bone in back. And down here (hugging his chest) there's twisty bones. Gunnar: Twisty bones??!?? ~~~~ Gunnar: I got a belly button. Erik: Yeah, but that's not a bone. You can tell 'cause it's squishy. Gunnar: Squishy??!?? ~~~ Erik: And this is your back bone. Feel that? That's your back bone. Gunnar: Back bone??!?? ~~~~ My goodness! I feel so much smarter! |
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Normally I don't have much of a problem with my height (er, lack of it). I may have to strain a bit to reach the top shelf and I can't see over a crowd but it's what I'm used to and I'm comfortable with it. Mild teasing is OK with me because, well, I like to laugh too! HOWEVER! When I am stretching on my tippy toes to reach something and coincidentally a small crowd gathers behind me and begins laughing (giggling, actually) and complimenting my height I do get slightly annoyed. To clarify, I can laugh at myself as well as the next girl, but you tall people behind me could lend a hand already!!!! LOL! :D How was your day? |
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Sadder than the earthquake in Haiti are the emotions we are tempted to have--anger or being upset with God or excusing his actions or passing judgment on the haitians instead of PRAISE. God does not helplessly or thoughtlessly "allow" bad things to happen sometimes. No! He has preordained every event (both the joyful and the sorrowful) from the beginning of the world and is weaving a story of his greatness with this universe. "How can we keep from singing?" |
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http://www.riverhillsonline.org/resources/documents/sermons/1corinthians13_1-13.pdf If you don't want to read it, you can listen to it here, http://www.riverhillsonline.org/audio.php?SermonDate=01102010&GuestSpeaker=0 |
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This is Gunnar,
Gunnar is an EXTEMELY well-mannered little boy. He's grateful for even the smallest little things. No matter what I do for him, getting him a drink, helping him with his clothes, kissing his owies..., he always says "fank-oo, Heather". He always says excuse me if he needs get by and he apologizes profusely for anything and everything. Even if it's not his fault and somebody is just having a bad day he'll go up to them and say he's sorry. He regularly compliments us. When we sit down to dinner he takes a bite and then tells the cook "tastes good, *insert name here*" Often he will walk up to me and tell me he likes my shirt or dress. He knew how to talk long before he utilized the knowledge. He understood everything we said to each other perfectly and communicated with us through a complicated language of grunts for several months before he started talking. (BTW, he started using words when Mom was in the hospital and he wanted to talk to her on the phone.) Since he already knows the language he is now progressing at a very rapid pace and uses plural vs. singular and some synonyms with ease. Occasionally we even hear a full sentance. He always wants to talk on the phone. It doesn't matter who it is, he just wants to talk. He has screaming fits over it sometimes. I love this sequence from Christmas day as Kate was preparing the banana cream pie. 
He really wanted to give the frog the important life experience of being a plane that suddenly crashes into a pie. But, everytime he looked we were watching so he gave us this grin instead. 
I would be lying if I said he's perfect, but he's pretty wonderful all the same. I like him. |
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He loves getting his picture taken!