Thursday, July 31, 2008
Apparently Anna had been thinking about it the rest of the day, because that night at bedtime, she asked Beth again if she could dance, and was very distressed when Beth said, "We'll see, we have to ask daddy" again. Anna then made the suggestion, "But daddy could just buy some money to have for the dancing!" Hmm, that would be nice depending on their prices, but a money tree would be better. Maybe it's time for a little lesson on money and an allowance…
Monday, July 14, 2008
The next big hit was the fishing game. Anna, Cara, and I pretty much played it until it was time for bed. We'll pull out the sticker books, the leapfrog pad (which I hope Anna likes so she can start learning to read!), etc., later on when they're not thinking of fishing. The girls say, "Thank you!"
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
|Church of the Annunciation|
Day 5 - Church of the AnnunciationWe started out the day by visiting the Church of the Annunciation, which is the traditional site where the angel appeared to Mary and announced that she would give birth to Jesus. I have to say that I was impressed with the churches that they built on many of the traditional sites. I thought they were beautiful, and they were also great places for our group of 300 to sing in. Since this was where Jesus' name was announced, we sang Holy is His Name by John Michael Talbot - a very nice choral arrangement that sounded fantastic in this church.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
They really had a good time. Anna was so excited about seeing seahorses, that's all she could talk about. Then when we saw an alligator, she was so excited telling mommy about it that she made herself cough and couldn't finish. Cara liked laying down on the ledges and watching the fish lying on the ground next to the glass. While it was neat seeing dolphins, the show at SeaWorld is much more entertaining.
Anyway, I imagine we'll being going back a few more times during our membership year. Anna was crying when we were walking back to the car - she didn't want to go home but wanted to stay at the aquarium, or at least walk around the Inner Harbor more. It is a neat section of Baltimore, right on the harbor. We'll be back.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Anyway, this year I bought a few tame fireworks to share at the party. And the Morris's had some old hand-held sparklers lying around. Anna really liked the little firework that I bought - just a tiny thing you set on the ground, and it shoots sparks and colors, relatively quietly, into the air for maybe 15-20 seconds. After some "dinner" (2 bananas, but that's better than nothing) and some cake, she was ready to go see the fireworks.
We lit the sparklers first. Anna didn't want to hold one initially; just enjoyed watching. But then she saw another 2 1/2 year old hold one, so she got the courage to hold one. I helped her hold it, showing her to hold it away from her and watch it, and she really liked it. When it burned out, I turned to get the disposal can, then I turned back around just in time to see her reach with her other hand to grab the portion of the sparkler that was burned out but still very hot, too late to stop her.
She did thoroughly enjoy the other fireworks I brought. I also had two bigger ones that popped kind of loudly. John Morris held Anna as those went off. The first one, she covered her ears and was half crying, half laughing. Then for the 2nd one, she covered her ears, but was clearly laughing and enjoying it. Then on the way home she excitedly pointed out fireworks in the sky - maybe next year she'll be ready to see some "real" ones at the park.
|Do I look like this?|
"Huh," I thought, "this is a new one." It was such a general question, I was trying to comprehend what would have sparked it. Do I look sickly? I didn't think that was it. Do I look older than I should at 32? No, I didn't think that was it, either. Is there an unspoken age that I've now reached where people just know they better ask about your health? If so, is 32 that magic age? Seems young to me.
"Uhhm," I replied, "my health? It's uh, fine, really. Nothing exciting - I don't even think I've been to the doctor since high school!" That seemed to surprise her, so now I really wondered what was wrong with me.
Hoping she wasn't opening a can of worms, Fran cautiously told me why she asked. Apparently, Tony, the hispanic pastor of our old church, leads their Bible study. Two years ago or so, he apparently got the impression from somewhere that I had multiple sclerosis, so I've been on their prayer list for two years! I was certainly touched that they prayed for me, but it's pretty funny - except for the real person with MS who's been missing out on all the prayer.
Now I have to wonder who told Pastor Tony that I had MS. I'm willing to bet it's the same person that told us that the Morrises had already moved out of Ohio and made us miss their parties last year. Whoever it is - they must be stopped.