Sunday, August 17, 2008

August Sunset

Friday night sunset brought these verses to mind:"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world." Psalm 19 :1-4 TNIV
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"God's glory is on tour in the skies, God craft on exhibit across the horizon. Madam Day holds classes every morning, Professor Night lectures each evening. Their words aren't heard, their voices aren't recorded, but their silence fills the earth: unspoken truth is spoken everywhere." Psalm 19:1-4 The Message

Lydi-Lu

Does he look like a soccer player? He just started the season.

Kiddos

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Wednesday Morning Table

I purchased the set of 250 wooden pattern blocks from Learning Resources with my 1st grade curriculum, My Father's World 1st grade. http://www.mfwbooks.com/index.htm
The pattern blocks purchased separately can be found on Amazon. (Search "wooden pattern blocks".)


Marshal's butterfly surprise this AM and dining table.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Creations

Gabe is with Grandma and Grandpa. He has been calling us daily, and it so delightful to hear his voice and his summary of his day. He has been in his element, catching frogs, grasshoppers, fishing, driving tractor, stacking firewood, picking blackberries, making jam with Grandma. Meanwhile our kitchen table has had glitter glue and pattern blocks at hand's reach all week. Lydia 's first project with glitter glue was the ballet dancers' embellishment for her Summer ballet class homework. We've had fun, as mother/daughter with movies, lots of library books, luncheon, baby shower, tea party, and a couple play dates.

The pattern blocks at hand resulted in Marshal's creative side coming out. Each morning while eating breakfast, as the rest of the house remains in quiet slumber, he has left a beautiful design. Lydia and I come down the stairs and exclaim each morning at the surprise and evidence of Dad (other than the rinsed cereal bowl, spoon, and juice glass in the sink). We smiled at his smiling face this morning.