Showing posts with label Isaac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isaac. Show all posts
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Our Afternoon
As I took a short break from the massive rearrangement (did I just invent a new word?) that is currently taking place in my bedroom (the air of which is thick with bug killing powder), this scene greeted me downstairs:
Grandma and Grandpa were peacefully relaxing in the living room, reading and resting in front of the fire-place.
The 12-year-old was pulling the 6-year-old through the house, on his stomach, with a white rope. I think the 6-year-old was laughing.
The 4-year-old was sitting on the couch in the living room, calmly catching up on the news in WORLD magazine.
I love my life.
:D
Grandma and Grandpa were peacefully relaxing in the living room, reading and resting in front of the fire-place.
The 12-year-old was pulling the 6-year-old through the house, on his stomach, with a white rope. I think the 6-year-old was laughing.
The 4-year-old was sitting on the couch in the living room, calmly catching up on the news in WORLD magazine.
I love my life.
:D
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Oh Isaac . . .
As I was coming upstairs a moment ago, I ran into Isaac - he was trying to lug a huge, antique suitcase of ours down the stairs. I stopped him, and asked where he was headed. He solemnly responded, "I'm going to war."
My room has now been turned into a library. He just informed me that he is "one of those bad guys who don't follow the rules in the library" and then gave me $200 in fake bills as his "payment to go to war. So that, in case I die, my parents have money to buy a cradle."
My room has now been turned into a library. He just informed me that he is "one of those bad guys who don't follow the rules in the library" and then gave me $200 in fake bills as his "payment to go to war. So that, in case I die, my parents have money to buy a cradle."
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