News for Rose
Friday, September 24, 2010
Friday morning began with a Puck and Donkey coming to snuggle under the warm covers until it was time for breakfast.
He was also busy learning about the heart.
“It goes beep, beep in my belly!” he said.
And in continuing to learn the catechism…
“There is only one true God,” he said, at random.
“That’s right, Puck,” Collette told him. “Only one true God.”
“Two gods? Count dem, Mama.”
“No. True God.”
And while Collette prevented her son from committing an act of blasphemy, the family arrived.
“Well, Carrie got her twelfth proposal last night,” Mom announced with a laugh.
“Well, not a proposal,” Linnea giggled. “But close enough.”
It was no surprise. Collette had lost count of the endless string of proposals to Carrie-Bri from South Americans, Europeans, etc. Proposals just seemed to be done differently in other parts of the world…
But before Carrie had dropped him off at the airport, she had shown him Bigfoot (the Monster truck), per his request. He had also noted before leaving, that Rose had ‘more of an accent than Carrie’, and that he would like to return to Saint Louis.
When Puck returned from the store, he held up a package of miniature squishy skeletons in purple, green, orange, and white, which he called ‘my stretchy muscles’. His grandma gave him five of his pick.
This was followed with a case of sliders, with cheese, for lunch before the crew left to get Linnea-Irish packed for her weekend camp-out.
The afternoon was for LiveMocha, Carrie convincing Collette via chat that David Villa wasn’t so bad after all, and the temperatures cooling to 75 degrees.
And Puck was busy with his usual play…
He was sitting in a chair in the living room with Collette’s and OLeif’s wedding album in his lap. “God will save you from all the bad things we do,” he said. “This is the good God in here. He would save us. [pause] The end.”
Then he hopped off the chair and went over to talk to his new animals on the piano bench. “I will play with one of you,” he said. “I will play wiff the cow. ‘But he’s our friend!’ No. He has a body. That’s where all the milk comes from. So I can only play wiff one of you. Besides, I never play wiff toys.”
And in awesome news of the day, Rose had been accepted into the Archaeology of the Mediterranean Master of Arts program at Leicester University, England!! An excellent correspondence program culminating in a dig in the Mediterranean in a place to be so-named once Rose should enter further into her thesis project. So for comedy night, Rose came prepared to look over official paperwork.
And there was abundance to pass around: pizzas, cheese and chili dip with corn chips, and Hallowe’en Oreos.
Friday morning began with a Puck and Donkey coming to snuggle under the warm covers until it was time for breakfast.
He was also busy learning about the heart.
“It goes beep, beep in my belly!” he said.
And in continuing to learn the catechism…
“There is only one true God,” he said, at random.
“That’s right, Puck,” Collette told him. “Only one true God.”
“Two gods? Count dem, Mama.”
“No. True God.”
And while Collette prevented her son from committing an act of blasphemy, the family arrived.
“Well, Carrie got her twelfth proposal last night,” Mom announced with a laugh.
“Well, not a proposal,” Linnea giggled. “But close enough.”
It was no surprise. Collette had lost count of the endless string of proposals to Carrie-Bri from South Americans, Europeans, etc. Proposals just seemed to be done differently in other parts of the world…
But before Carrie had dropped him off at the airport, she had shown him Bigfoot (the Monster truck), per his request. He had also noted before leaving, that Rose had ‘more of an accent than Carrie’, and that he would like to return to Saint Louis.
When Puck returned from the store, he held up a package of miniature squishy skeletons in purple, green, orange, and white, which he called ‘my stretchy muscles’. His grandma gave him five of his pick.
This was followed with a case of sliders, with cheese, for lunch before the crew left to get Linnea-Irish packed for her weekend camp-out.
The afternoon was for LiveMocha, Carrie convincing Collette via chat that David Villa wasn’t so bad after all, and the temperatures cooling to 75 degrees.
And Puck was busy with his usual play…
He was sitting in a chair in the living room with Collette’s and OLeif’s wedding album in his lap. “God will save you from all the bad things we do,” he said. “This is the good God in here. He would save us. [pause] The end.”
Then he hopped off the chair and went over to talk to his new animals on the piano bench. “I will play with one of you,” he said. “I will play wiff the cow. ‘But he’s our friend!’ No. He has a body. That’s where all the milk comes from. So I can only play wiff one of you. Besides, I never play wiff toys.”
And in awesome news of the day, Rose had been accepted into the Archaeology of the Mediterranean Master of Arts program at Leicester University, England!! An excellent correspondence program culminating in a dig in the Mediterranean in a place to be so-named once Rose should enter further into her thesis project. So for comedy night, Rose came prepared to look over official paperwork.
And there was abundance to pass around: pizzas, cheese and chili dip with corn chips, and Hallowe’en Oreos.