tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87367007270414439352024-03-13T21:52:39.294-07:00Making Rivendell in the DesertHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.comBlogger226125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-90611954502178003192023-05-10T13:04:00.002-07:002023-05-10T13:36:21.562-07:00Best Times to Play OutsideThe best time to play outside: <div> 3 hours after dawn, 3 hours before sunset. (<a href="https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/usa/phoenix">sunrise and sunset times here</a>) </div><div><div><br /></div><div>The first 3 hours after dawn is when the light is full of fresh hope and new mercy. The wind tastes like hope. Birds are singing. Even the UV rays are attenuated by their long journey through our air. Even better is to start half an hour before dawn, when the light of our star mixes with the light of the far stars, as our atmosphere fades out of the view of the galaxy.</div><div><br /></div><div>The 3 hours before sunset, the air is heavy with the heat of our star, now pressing around us with the fullness, like an ocean around a fish. Full, like a warm sea. The day is full. Children run about with the crazed emotions of those who don't know they are tired. Heated argument, epic adventures, or laughing hysterically at jokes too mystical to be understood by the narrow minds of adults. They are meant run off this energy under the unconfined, ceiling of the heavens, as their forbears have for millenia. Gradually the birds wake up again, excited as our sky fades into the galaxy.</div><div>One by one the far stars show their faces through the blue veil. It fades, vanishing once more, and we see again through the viewport of our planet, as it hurtles through the stars.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Jan 15 7:32am, 5:43pm</div><div>Feb 15 7:12am, 6:12 pm</div><div>Mar 15 6:38am, 6:36 pm</div><div>Apr 15 5:58am, 6:59 pm</div><div>May 15 5:28am, 7:21pm </div><div>June 15 5:18am, 7:39pm </div><div>July 15 5:29am, 7:38pm </div><div>Aug 15 5:50am, 7:14pm </div><div>Sept 15 6:11am, 6:34pm </div><div>Oct 15 6:32am, 5:54pm </div><div>Nov 15 7:00am, 5:25pm</div><div>Dec 15 7:24am, 5:21 pm</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Chief Obstacles:</div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Obstacle #1 </b><b>Light shining sideways into your eyes.</b> Strategically place trees, shadecloths, and trellises east of where you intend to hang out early in the morning, or west of where you hang out in the afternoon. Another option is to place play-structures, rose gardens, garden benches, picnic tables, outdoor work tables, such that they are shaded by the house at these times.</li><li><b>Obstacle #2 Mosquitos love twilight. </b></li><ol><li><b>Clothes.</b> Nothing stops a mosquito like fabric. In the winter months we're bundled up like Rangers, and the mosquitos aren't out anyway. In the warmer months, wear long loose linen pants. You can even sew "extensions" of fabric (like really long cuffs) to the ends of pants (they get worn out and need to be replaced anyway). The length and swinging movement keeps mosquitos from feasting on yoru ankles, even if you are barefoot or in sandals. Li Ziqi wears these kinds of pants in many of her summer videos</li><li><b>Habitat-destruction</b> During the rainy season, every evening, have the kids help me do a quick scout out the backyard, to make sure there isn't any secret standing water around.</li><li><b>Repel with plants</b> Try growing the vaunted anti-mosquito plants (lemon balm, basil, etc) about the garden, around play areas and sitting areas in by garden benches. Secondly, try making some of that "hippie bug spray" as Josh calls it, the essential oils said to repel mosquitos. I'm going to be oiling my skin anyway, why not put in some nice smelling stuff mosquitos don't like.</li><li><b>Trap</b>: Try leaving standing water with the mosquito dunks in them, like enlightenment garden channel does. Need to be careful its not drownable to toddlers though.</li><li><b>Chemical Spray:</b> Last resort, if things ever get REALLY bad, use chemical repellant. That is where long loose pants come in, since spraying your clothes seems preferable to spraying the skin. But on kids in shorts, need to do what must be done. Aim for the ankles, calves, triceps, and back of the neck/back. And remember not to breathe it in.</li></ol><li><b>Obstacle #3 Kids need to be schooled.</b> Because we are homeschooled, this isn't as much of an issue. Schedule school to start at least 3 hours after sunrise, and end at least 3 hours before sunset. e.g. Start school after 8:30 in the summer months, and after 10:30 in the winter months.</li></ol></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-75032005726159955522023-04-29T06:54:00.017-07:002023-04-29T08:29:15.013-07:00UV Indexes and White People<p>These actually matter. White people aren't used to high UV indexes.
They come from the Northern Lands, clinging to the pole of our planet, where the
sun is dimmed by the tilt of the earth. Their DNA is exposed in
semi-translucent skin, to the dimmer pole-sun. Their skin does not
contain enough of the armor of melanin, that shields DNA against our Star's
radiation in the more equatorial latitudes.</p><p>e.g. in London
in late April the UV index maxes out at a 3. In Phoenix on the same
day, its a 9. Being closer to the equator makes a huge difference. Then
throw in the never-ending blue sky, and even compared to Dallas TX, we
have no "off" days where cloud cover keeps the UV to a 3. Its
unrelenting sun all the time. In June and July, Phoenix tops out at
11/12. <br /></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPLrNgSt5_EePxIqyDIXVyLJOYlzmcCKTRdS63LCFY1DyIhLRLB1NFtlzrvC3nRiCm6SkhtUAW7GIGP_GZHX0jfNqejywDOBdgM16OfoJzPXsqvosRyB4p1Ifj1TdeooxFbolU43Eard1FfOO0R_RB-Tu1GSqvwixuwaCAvF1g8zw6EFAYBT7hlKbPw/s900/tiltedaxis1-2308557914.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="900" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPLrNgSt5_EePxIqyDIXVyLJOYlzmcCKTRdS63LCFY1DyIhLRLB1NFtlzrvC3nRiCm6SkhtUAW7GIGP_GZHX0jfNqejywDOBdgM16OfoJzPXsqvosRyB4p1Ifj1TdeooxFbolU43Eard1FfOO0R_RB-Tu1GSqvwixuwaCAvF1g8zw6EFAYBT7hlKbPw/s320/tiltedaxis1-2308557914.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>There is a world of difference between living closer to the Arctic Circle, or to the Tropic of Cancer. You wouldn't think that the difference between latitude 32 (Phoenix) and latitude 52 (London) would more than quadruple the UV exposure. But it does. Like poking an orange with a pin, the angle you poke the orange peel greatly changes how much of the pin you can insert into the peel before you hit the inner fruit. Likewise, the more "orange peel" atmosphere that the sun's rays have to traverse to reach us, can greatly reduce the amount of UV that reaches us.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p></p><p> The swarthy Mediterraneans of Europe correlate to the latitude of America's 'far-northern' Massachusetts & New England. Arizona and Texas, correlate to Northern Africa and the Middle East, Iran, Pakistan, etc. where people either have more melamine-rich skin or drape themselves in fabric like the Tuscan Raiders. Or both.<br /></p><p></p><p>Daily UV index matters, note the peak hours. Playing outside for 2 hours before 10am exposes you to the same amount of UV as 10 minutes at noon.</p><p>Play outside before 10am, and after 4pm. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJ2wxhGJxY7RH0P4pMI3JwciMouuN3H5DaFCQxiBqh5o7M9Igo7s8bRERpWWJFoPPJHmKj0HzRDpmt7-dJUIFFzNVsUd2V3ZPdqxAitvf-p9tTbSiG0Ni4jsOCZtXJtDB3J4Akx9p48h8Nr_tpRy-s9J0VIn3xRukVRj1EbKVQiQTgLr4DuEUsZEDFg/s694/UV%20INDEX%20APRIL%20mesa%20az.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="694" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJ2wxhGJxY7RH0P4pMI3JwciMouuN3H5DaFCQxiBqh5o7M9Igo7s8bRERpWWJFoPPJHmKj0HzRDpmt7-dJUIFFzNVsUd2V3ZPdqxAitvf-p9tTbSiG0Ni4jsOCZtXJtDB3J4Akx9p48h8Nr_tpRy-s9J0VIn3xRukVRj1EbKVQiQTgLr4DuEUsZEDFg/w640-h382/UV%20INDEX%20APRIL%20mesa%20az.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>UV index for April in Phoenix. As the peak index rises with the summer, the entire graph shifts up in exposure, but it always keeps this general shape.<br /></i></td></tr></tbody></table><i> </i><br /><p></p><p>Roughly, equinoxes are March 20th and Sept 20th.
Solstices are June 20th and Dec 20th. So from a UV exposure perspective,
the danger zone is April through September. <br /></p><p></p><p>UV index changing with the months. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGTuQFd8foMTnDWyvxy82mLUi7Ap7hp0tGppFeCHMhZjznhoGtvlOJ4DENDmWKvqtA6PafhjESeN_HeX5CotK-8S-r3jIL6FAgW4M5Q9LQP5McYCgLq0g3WSa6U-ZtYAOugJqnMJ48hUQYR0f9ui4_0S3bk51NR6CMotFnrsQzctvJQvLXPkvdswe_Hw/s1413/av%20MONTHLY%20uv%20index%20phoenix.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="785" data-original-width="1413" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGTuQFd8foMTnDWyvxy82mLUi7Ap7hp0tGppFeCHMhZjznhoGtvlOJ4DENDmWKvqtA6PafhjESeN_HeX5CotK-8S-r3jIL6FAgW4M5Q9LQP5McYCgLq0g3WSa6U-ZtYAOugJqnMJ48hUQYR0f9ui4_0S3bk51NR6CMotFnrsQzctvJQvLXPkvdswe_Hw/w640-h357/av%20MONTHLY%20uv%20index%20phoenix.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Note how Phoenix maxes out almost at a 12. I think the highest London gets is a 6. But given how math works, shift the peak up 2x, exposes you to more than 2x the total UV. E.g. a 12" pizza is more than twice the size of a 6" pizza.</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Since the kids are
inside from 8 to 4 June through September (too hot to be in the
sunlight), the "danger zone" is really March & April, October. This
is when it <i>feels</i> nice and cool, but the UV index is still very
high (compared to the Northern latitudes to which their ancestors grew
up.) So they aren't programmed to avoid sunlight at these nice
temperatures, even though the UV index is frying their DNA through their
translucent northern skin. This is when insisting on hats is very
important.</p><p>"Getting a tan" isn't a sign that all is well for a white kid. (My Jenny can tan to Pakistan or indigenous Mexican levels). That melamine deposit is like the reconquista. The UV has already come in and won a major victory. The damaged body then fought back, and erected a make-shift wall of melanin to protect the DNA for the rest of the summer. But there has already been damage done. Battles lost, DNA messed with, collagen destroyed. And the white kids that don't tan, merely means they lose that battle over and over, and can never even muster that makeshift wall.</p><p>But kids hate hats.</p><p>So be smart. Strategize shade. You'll never get it all, aim for the 80% rule. </p><p>Study them in their natural habitat. Ascertain their habits, where they hang out. And then alter that habitat. Strategize ways to shade where they play 80% of the time. Study their playing patterns. (E.g. make sure the tree's shadow hits the playset after school hours.
Put structure near the kiddie pool that shade it in afternoon, when the
kids are there. Pay attention to how they play. (e.g. In the early spring,
secure some shade cloth to the top of the swing set with cable and
T-posts for shade at noon, since the cool weather means they play
outside all day, even during peak UV hours, in the summer, note where do they hangout in those cool-but-dangerous hours)</p><p>Rig shade (or better yet, grow shade trees) over the key areas they spend 80% of their time. (e.g. the mulberry tree shades the playset in the morning, so I need to rig up a shade cloth whose shadow will hit the playset in the afternoon). Be aware of how sun angles and seasonal shift move where the shade from the shade cloth (or tree) ends up.</p><p> I plant trees, and then rig up shade, because trees take time to grow. (Pakistan Mulberry Trees will grow SUPER FAST in Phoenix, if you water them a lot)<br /></p><p>Shade ideas: </p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>The fastest option, T-posts (8 footers), cable, and shade cloth.</li><li>Pretty options: Cattle Panel arches anchored with T-posts, with fast-growing vines, and a bit of shade cloth on top while waiting for the vine to grow. (You can wire 2 arches together for a super big arch, depending on your local windspeeds)<br /></li><li>Classy Options: 4x4 lumber posts whose end grain is painted with outdoor paint (or pressure treated), affixed with decking screws, and possibly 2x4 braces. Set in the ground with gravel (better than concrete, drains better). Screw in screw-eyes and hang shade cloth.<br /></li><li>Really Classy and Pretty Option: Grow a grape vine up wood/cattle panel trellis</li><li>Super super $$$ option: Build a Pergola or Gazebo <br /></li></ol><br /><p>Simple Lifelong Strategies for White Children:<br /></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: large;">Make a habit to put a hat on before going outside</span>. Especially in nice-feeling weather, where they won't instinctively seek shade.</li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Make a habit of going outside in the early morning and late afternoon hours. </span>Morning sunlight is so beautiful. Be outside when the birds are most excited. <i>(If mosquitos are a problem, long loose pants that cover the ankles work
really well. I will even sew extensions to my pants that don't cover
the ankles. Mosquitos mostly go for my ankles and calves for some
reason. I think I move my arms enough they don't aim for them as much)</i></li><li><span style="font-size: large;">Study them in their natural habitat, and adjust their habitat with shade (via tree or cloth) wherever the kids play 80% of the time in higher UV times of day.</span></li></ol><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20UUbtYSZjF6DKgfNzfTwhV35P5qrF5A--4mHkCEvZi9-tfchd5W8rVrJV0dnivunJh5gcWpzzRC4sc2dzFR_kMVbo3zRb-lf51AtoVN5AhsBVBbvdyDnye1n2eERRQRcY4Hd1vB7gFqV0LrZUcXrQ-CW6f8KZtECbmZDEozJx70ivwx-PgzI2uTkxw/s4032/20230101_200419.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20UUbtYSZjF6DKgfNzfTwhV35P5qrF5A--4mHkCEvZi9-tfchd5W8rVrJV0dnivunJh5gcWpzzRC4sc2dzFR_kMVbo3zRb-lf51AtoVN5AhsBVBbvdyDnye1n2eERRQRcY4Hd1vB7gFqV0LrZUcXrQ-CW6f8KZtECbmZDEozJx70ivwx-PgzI2uTkxw/s320/20230101_200419.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>A very white baby. She doesn't even have hair to shield that very white head from the UV rays.<br /></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-868407329861386432023-04-29T05:35:00.002-07:002023-04-29T07:06:53.597-07:00The Idea of "Unplanned Pregnancy" (And Surprise Birthday Parties, John the Baptist, and Spring)<p><i>You know...this year, I really really thought about it, and decided it would be good for my life to have winter end this year.... It may even help the farmers. And it'll lift everyone's spirits to see some flowers, and have a blue sky, so...you know what, let's plan on having Spring this year! Lets see...2023....about March, maybe?</i></p><p><i> Let's start in March, we don't want to wait too late in the year because we want to be sure to make it to our family camping trip in June. And if we don't have spring this year it, may be hard to make it through the roads without a snowplow attachment....</i></p><p>As a child, I thought the term "planned pregnancy" was ridiculous. Like "planned spring." Grownups were at it again, overestimating the importance of their Ideas of How Everything Ought to Be. </p><p>Just like their lofty declarations "no pushing or shoving on the playground." We'll just wait till they were busy talking and us kids who knew what life was really like, could get into a rousing game of tag.</p><p>When I heard the term "surprise baby", somewhere around 9 or so, I thought it was a compliment. That a kid had the cleverness and chutzpah to surprise their parents with their arrival. Like a surprise birthday party, with all the glee and joy and shocked faces that that entails. I knew a few families, who "thought they were done", and who had a surprise baby. In my childhood mental framework, those kids were like John the Baptist, showing up with angels and prophecies of greatness.<br /></p><p>I felt like surprise babies got extra points.<br /></p><p>So I used it like a compliment. </p><p> I still remember, doing laundry with my mom, as she folded clothes and tried to explain to me not to use that term, because people may feel hurt. I was confused. She explained people may feel sad that their parents didn't plan to have them.</p><p>But God makes the babies, I thought. So why give a heck whether dim ol' mom and dad were up to speed. They'll figure out what's happening soon enough, and have a few months to get a stroller and the bottles and the baby toys.</p><p>God makes the babies. He planned it. So why are these grownups taking so much credit?</p><p>I know a bit more about biology now than I did at 9. But that simple fact of my child brain, is true:</p><p>God wills every human soul, fashions and places each one into each human body He knits together. </p><p>Sunday after Sunday, reciting "...conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the virgin Mary...."</p><p>Jesus was conceived by the Holy Spirit. Born of Mary.<br /></p><p>And so is every baby. We are conceived of the Holy Spirit, and born of (perhaps dim) parents. </p><p>Every human is God's idea. Each of us is made in the heart of God. We are, individually, uniquely, conceived of in His mind, and hand-crafted by His hand.</p><p>We are each of us, specifically, willed by God. </p><p>Ruhi looks at family pictures taken more than 2 years ago, and says "Where am I?!" </p><p>I open my mouth to tell her she wasn't born yet, and I hear Ana's little voice piping in "Ruhi, you were in duh mind of God"</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlWmYnAYYEwjRhbLKjIZ6WxcdeKjiUziuEklNCbP7CoHDfiWmf7VVioIp3_7A4py4mguJcaPqOni9lP4pxo2x_NZ0K-uTVIr7s1x_Y5U9MOw5YjNq26tlXi3EP-PTx1E8jBY245e4Sdmiqu-GMx2QnFN2oBaMU7F7SOGpyR-nTCkQ8crhGYEyjEPTaQ/s4032/20221204_155903.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVlWmYnAYYEwjRhbLKjIZ6WxcdeKjiUziuEklNCbP7CoHDfiWmf7VVioIp3_7A4py4mguJcaPqOni9lP4pxo2x_NZ0K-uTVIr7s1x_Y5U9MOw5YjNq26tlXi3EP-PTx1E8jBY245e4Sdmiqu-GMx2QnFN2oBaMU7F7SOGpyR-nTCkQ8crhGYEyjEPTaQ/s320/20221204_155903.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hi? I believe God express mailed me to this residence.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-46376243419509815412023-01-22T12:15:00.039-08:002023-01-22T12:15:00.193-08:00...except in cases of rape, incest...<p>As a child, I firmly believed that every human being is willed and created by God.<br /></p><p>But there were challenges to this belief throughout my teenage years, as I learned more about the world, and just how horrible human beings could be to each other. Namely I learned about the existence of rape, and the worst of all, incest.</p><p>How can a good God allow such horrors to be done to people? </p><p>How can a good God permit people to commit such horrors, when they once were little wispy haired toddlers that just wanted the joy of splashing in puddles and eating applesauce?</p><p>That is something I still do not have the answer to. Other than I know that God suffers with every human's suffering.</p><p>Then the arguments for abortion came, and I had to make sense of it. How could a woman who was raped carry the rapist's child? How can a girl carry a child conceived in incest? <br /></p><p>The question is like a punch to the gut. Its horrible. But its edges are blurry. From a burning hot core to each layer emanating from it, retroactively absolving all abortions.</p><p>But lets go to the core, because at the heart of the core is where the real question is.</p><p>Peeling pack the layers to the white hot core, let us observe the most outward layer of "non-ideal" conceptions. Adultery. </p><p>Adultery is a betrayal, to the beloved, to the children, to the God you sword the oath to.<br /></p><p>But there is a difference between an act, and the fruit that God makes from it. As Joseph being sold into slavery, but then saving all of Egypt and his own family too. What men meant for evil, God making good out of. That doesn't mean it was right to lie to their father, and sell their brother. Doesn't mean it was right for Potiphar's wife to lie and get an innocent man locked up for sexual assault for years and years. Didn't mean the ropes, the beating, the slaveblock, the lack of trial and unending years of incarceration were illusory or really not a big deal. They were terrible. But God brought good out of it.<br /></p><p>Adultery is a betrayal that God sees as such a big deal that He even prescribed death penalty for it. Then He spared that woman telling her "Go and sin no more", and took the death penalty on himself, to pay her debt. Adultery, like all our sins, cost him blood and slow suffocation on the cross. God does not minimize adultery, or the suffering that it causes all those betrayed. And yet. He sometimes conceives a child even in the midst of that sin, an innocent and holy child, given to the undeserving, as undeserving as we were when He gave us baby Jesus. </p><p>Because God brings good out of even our worst sins. He saved Egypt and Israel. This did not mean that Joseph's brothers did the right thing to beat and strip their brother and sell him to a slave cartel.</p><p>And that holy child, conceived in adultery, is from God, is pure innocent good, like the Christ Child coming to a screwed up and undeserving world.</p><p>Or to that holy child, conceived in a petri dish by scientists making money or trying to create a clone army (as I think will probably happen). That child is not the property of the scientist who sinned so greatly in exploiting human life. The situation of that's child conception was sin, but God breathed the life and soul into that little zygote, struggling in the petri-dish, with all the other zygotes, as the scientist randomly picks one to sell, leaving the others to be experimented on. God who called Jacob's name, called the names of each of those little ones in the dish, the names only He knows. And He has breathed souls into them, and they are His.<br /></p><p>Now, concerning rape. This is worse, because it is not just betrayal, but a violation, a blasphemy on what sex was created to be. Instead of vulnerable love, there is violent devouring. By the time the question of aborting the pregnancy comes up, the woman has gotten away from the violator. She is deeply traumatized, and needs help, and then finds there is a human growing inside of her. How do we comfort her, how do we make this horrific situation right? We treat the child like it <i>is</i> the rape, or at least, the rapists spawn. If we can just delete the "rapists child", it will be on some level, as if we are erasing part of the rape. But are we? No one would say, that if a man has 2 yr old child, and then goes out and rapes a woman, the woman's family may find and kill his 2 yr old child in revenge. But as long as we cannot see the child, as long as it's face is hidden from our eyes, we can feel it is purely the "spawn" of another human, that must be erased.<br /></p><p>And then the blasphemy of love gets kicked up a notch, in cases of incest, which is an abomination before God. This, because it is a blasphemy of all that makes life worth living, is too much to think about. Even thinking about it feels like breathing in smoke, we want to break a window and get out. We want to help get the girl out of the situation as soon as possible, forget it as soon as possible, and act as if it had never been. And abortion seems the fast way, to make it as if it had never been. </p><p>But that's desperate lie, as we desperately claw about for a solution. <br /></p><p>You can't undo the horror of rape or incest.</p><p>You can't undo it by killing a small human. That sacrifice is not enough to undo that great an evil. Only the blood of a God can wash that away.</p><p></p><p>Violated women have lived through the "solution" of abortion, and described it as the second rape. Abortion<i> cannot</i> undo the horror that has happened.</p><p>We hate that. </p><p>We rage that there is no way to make it as if it never had been. </p><p>The little one is not the abomination. The abomination has happened. The little one is the like the Holy Child, sent to a screwed up horrific world. We may ask God what the hell is he thinking, sending a child to a deeply traumatized girl, to gestate for 9 months!?<br /></p><p>I don't know. I have asked Him. He has his reasons. </p><p>All I know is sometimes healing comes in strange ways. <br /></p><p>I remember watching a video about a girl in Africa, 13 years old, kidnapped, abused and impregnated by the LRA. She was rescued, gave birth to a little girl. She named her Grace. I wish I remembered the name of that documentary. </p><p>But I remember the face of that child-Saint smiling, holding her little Grace. Her eyes looking at us, over her little Grace's shoulder, through the screen into us. She spoke of forgiveness. </p><p>She must have even forgiven God. </p>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-79087065553254846532022-12-09T10:24:00.003-08:002023-01-16T18:01:10.063-08:00Things i really want to do<p> </p><p>Draw spartans n brutes with Isaiah on a lightboard.</p><p>Embroider the girls plain jumper dresses, with the girls.</p><p>Make self watering planters from the old Rubbermaid containers and plant lettuce and carrots with the kids.</p><p>Go on a date with Josh, dawn walk through the bird preserve, holding hands.</p><p>Caroling around the Christmas tree. Atleast 12 carols, with harmony. And holding candles.</p><p><span style="background-color: #ffd966;">St. Lucy's day celebration with the kids and mariam wearing a crown of candles, and hot cross buns.</span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17FqWSIlevnMOseg68UJzT8SlmSNgHxXEsPkF7B_fGfZIGK4WZYmjS1OBCHH21ozL3w9GK2C4ip-5W_2rjqvaF4GK9aGO9blnjj0Dh-sUkVUXIGS7LceGJjREKIRM0btXY2us_lmSfe4VE__QTVIxvkxsx_fcbDMMRJ1DUvptmcd95CgxognsUauevA/s1119/20230116_190000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1119" data-original-width="506" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17FqWSIlevnMOseg68UJzT8SlmSNgHxXEsPkF7B_fGfZIGK4WZYmjS1OBCHH21ozL3w9GK2C4ip-5W_2rjqvaF4GK9aGO9blnjj0Dh-sUkVUXIGS7LceGJjREKIRM0btXY2us_lmSfe4VE__QTVIxvkxsx_fcbDMMRJ1DUvptmcd95CgxognsUauevA/s320/20230116_190000.jpg" width="145" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Make a plain dark dirndl, and embroider it. </p><p>Go to adoration, work things out with God. Have a sacramental communion. Possibly a prayer vigil.</p><p><br /></p>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-44318865688724020072022-11-03T10:28:00.015-07:002022-11-03T10:48:44.812-07:00October in Phoenix<p></p><p>The very end of September is when the insane rush of summer hints it is weakening, maybe, just after Bilbo's birthday. You still are wearing thin cotton short sleeves and shorts, outside, after sunset, to go outside.<br /></p><p>October....comes in on triple digits and refilling the ice cube tray, and on the last day, leaving with grey skies, rooting around in the kid's room for their long sleeves and boots, as desert-born babies cry about needing mittens in the frigid 60's. </p><p> One month ago, October first, the kids clustered into the tiny pockets of shade created by my pathetic shade tarps, torn by the wind.
They clustered, like bees around the water-spigot in the Phoenix street. Groups of living beings huddled together in the small patches of relief, provided by a little bit of frayed fabric flapping between them and the relentless face of nuclear reactor that lights our world. </p><p>Now, November first... the shadows lengthen far beyond the height of the structures that created them. The shadow of the house falls across the entire middle of the backyard, a solid dark coolness, barely skirting the trunks of the citrus trees on the edge. Peter fig struggles to get enough sunlight, his little green figs stuck in stasis, as I scramble to find a new place to plant him. The shed turns the back corner into a deep shadow, damp and cool. </p><p>Suddenly, the sun is no longer an enemy, trying to burn you into retreat. It's glimmer peeking over the eastern horizon no longer threatening, but cheering. Rays that touch your skin feel friendly, warming. Long-forgotten socks need to be hunted down and matched, suddenly no longer the unwanted refugees offloaded from laundry basket to laundry basket and ending up stashed behind hampers in the laundry room. </p><p>All those ranger boots and cloaks, worn only by proud and overheated 8 yr olds in front of the mirror for 10 minutes, before they were shed in sweating desperation.... are now suddenly practical. A fire seems like a real thing, not an expensive way to toast a few marshamellows as we cosplay "camping" for the kids, before retreating into an air-conditioned building. </p><p>So November is Ranger month. When things like long sleeves, cloaks, fire, and boots are suddenly no longer ornaments and props from a different world... but real.</p><p>We are the prisoners of the sun, released. Our ship has docked from the deserts of mars, into the realm of Arnor.<br /></p><p>We are rangers now, under a grey sky. <br /></p>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-75714908911166727972022-06-13T11:54:00.009-07:002022-07-19T15:09:18.929-07:00Goals for June and July 2022<p> For June, July, August 2022</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3Icsi70t9vHnJLOEy-n05dXUg4L-II4h5IF8TaMsTYPmTaoQFznGw3yKm4u5c10wK6WysaxzOjhLaiqna-m08pliqvyFBRj00lXNZWMTRLT0V3mBW8ibz7f1tZ3heaOarNxDIf1fzAH8nUd2KoWZtz6IPKlqZCcIF_DtyniG7DHPBSk1k-ckYGVbHw/s4032/16551465236803368530802836542869.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3Icsi70t9vHnJLOEy-n05dXUg4L-II4h5IF8TaMsTYPmTaoQFznGw3yKm4u5c10wK6WysaxzOjhLaiqna-m08pliqvyFBRj00lXNZWMTRLT0V3mBW8ibz7f1tZ3heaOarNxDIf1fzAH8nUd2KoWZtz6IPKlqZCcIF_DtyniG7DHPBSk1k-ckYGVbHw/s320/16551465236803368530802836542869.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">Big Goals</p><p><b>Category 1.</b> Learn
how to draw my strength from God. Learn how to drink in His beauty,, His
presence through worship,, through looking at Him. To see nothing
without Him in the picture.</p><p>Its the only way I'm making it through this life.</p><p><b>Category 2.</b> Spend more time with the kiddos. Because they won't be kiddos much longer. Savor the time. Enjoy *being with them.*</p><p>From babies to toddlers to teens in the blink of an eye.</p><p>Time with them, sacred, unrepeatable.</p><p>It's a precious gift, running like water in a river, unrepeatable, fleeting as the sunlight shimmering on that water.<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><b>Category 3.</b> Family Adventures. Camping, hiking, water-fight.</p><p><b>Category 4. </b>Share my now-ancient hobbies with the kids. (Gardening, painting, drawing, sewing, Leather-work, etc)</p><p><b>Category 5</b>. Make significant progress in homeschool. Because while overrated (see category 2.) education is somewhat important. <br /></p><p><b>Category 6.</b> Chores & cleaning. Because its hard to enjoy life when there are no clean spoons or clean underwear. <br /></p><p><b>Category 7.</b> Home and garden improvement.</p><p></p><p>Category 1. </p><p></p><ol><li>Spend 10 minutes with God, first thing in the morning. Set a timer if you have to.</li><li>Really pray at family prayer time in the evenings.</li><li> Pray at breakfast. Read them Bible at breakfast.</li><li>Put on worship music at 5pm, every day.</li></ol><p></p><p>Category 2.</p><p></p><ol><li>For the littles, have reading time in the brown chair</li><li>Isaiah read to me 3 Bulla books, and discuss it.</li><li>Teach the girls how to braid their hair 2 braids, braided top bun.<br /></li><li>Rock and sing to the girls after prayer-time, Thursday night.. One song for each girl.</li></ol><p></p><p>Category 3. </p><ol><li>Make family dinner a big deal. Ready ON the table at 6pm (start getting ready at 5pm, worship music!) We will SING HYMNS sitting there until Josh shows up.</li><li>7pm to 8pm, family outside time. </li><li>MINGUS MOUNTAIN!! Plan 3 trips. Streamline camping supplies and packing.<br /></li><li>Make singing hymns at family prayer-time a big deal. 3 hymns a night. Have them sing. </li><ol><li>How great Thou Art</li><li>O the deep deep love of Jesus</li><li>Be Thou my Vision<br /></li></ol></ol><p>Category 4. </p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Work on a camping kit for each kid. To carry: a waterbottlesleeve, snack pouch, flashlight pouch, handkercief [knife], sword loop.</li><li>Drawing lessons: Teach Isaiah how to use the light-board. Draw elites, grunts, brutes, or Spartans</li><li>Home Improvement...with the kids???</li><ol><li><i>w/Kids Shade structure for playset. </i></li><li><i>w/Kids Sand and paint the picnic table <br /></i></li><li><i>w/Kids Finish front planter, transplant roses there</i></li><li><i>w/Kids Clean the back yard (mulch moved, dirt pile into berm-walls, couch trashed)</i></li></ol></ol><p> Category 5. </p><p></p><ol><li>Have at least 1.5 hrs of MORNING homeschool time for the 3 big kids. 3 Rs. </li><li>Family reading time: finish Taharka, start Hittite Warrior<br /></li><li>Isaiah read me "Sword in the Tree" and "Lion to Guard us", and discuss it.</li><li>Have daily time with M and S and A, working through the phonics book how to read.</li><li>For preschool: have M teach numbers/math, K teach letters/reading, and J teach Hebrew, and Isaiah teach history</li></ol><p></p><p>Category 6. </p><ol><li>Praise them!!! That they will know YOU CAN MAKE THE WORLD BEAUTIFUL</li><li>Frequent After meals, and before dinner. 4x a day. </li><li>CHEERFULLY with them.Wheat in a cows stomach. Try no guilt and no yelling. Go from kidbto kid, teaching them techniques. Gentle voice, giving my tips, always positive. <br /></li><li>PUAYA. Put away after your activity. Build habits: Tidy becomes their new baseline. Where they hang their coat up without thinking about it....<br /></li></ol><p> Category 7. </p><ol><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Finish setting up toy-room</span></li><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Finish setting up </span><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Isaiah's room</span></li><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Set up family computer in LR for homeschool</span></li><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Shed 2 organized</span></li><li>Organize girls room. </li><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Set up Hyrule Castle </span></li><li><i>w/Kids Shade structure for playset. </i></li><li><i>w/Kids Sand and paint the picnic table <br /></i></li><li><i>w/Kids Finish front planter, transplant roses there</i></li><li><i>w/Kids Clean the back yard (<span style="background-color: #fcff01;">mulch moved,</span> dirt pile into berm-walls, couch trashed)</i></li><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Washing machine</span> Freezer?</li><li>Insulate girls room, top off white and yellow rooms.</li><li>Toilet flusher in master bedroom</li></ol><p></p><p>********************</p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ideas for aug sept</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Category 2: Hold a meeting with the 3 big ones where you field their questions before homeschool time----- </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Category 4: Start the Crafting Rotation, </span></i>Sew 2 calico critter clothes for/with each girl over 2. </p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Category 7: </span></i></p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">get ibc containers and </span></i><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">drums . </span></i></li><li><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Prepare for veggie garden, start sprouting from seed, etc. Plant in ground end of September. Tomatoes, okra, spinach, kale, chard, micrometers, beets radishes carrots, cucumbers, squash etc.</span></i></li></ol><p></p>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-86026244263648688712022-03-31T18:00:00.008-07:002022-06-13T11:36:13.851-07:00Goals for April and May 2022<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92WEg8_IUmPP55yjqi7vmw1Yeo8YENkyegfjkODtvYo66Z3SdfFVREJwxZlP_JBWB7kGWKAOvEgkndZxYFx5AffxojjhzJzE5nwWyEVlQs-bNLktrO_BQK9th6sMSPAbaCpGv3AgE3aW_Y7R77wyGI-NWWBKq3PQUcYxIIR2oRh34Gs0BOp5jKHdypQ/s4032/20220331_152858.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92WEg8_IUmPP55yjqi7vmw1Yeo8YENkyegfjkODtvYo66Z3SdfFVREJwxZlP_JBWB7kGWKAOvEgkndZxYFx5AffxojjhzJzE5nwWyEVlQs-bNLktrO_BQK9th6sMSPAbaCpGv3AgE3aW_Y7R77wyGI-NWWBKq3PQUcYxIIR2oRh34Gs0BOp5jKHdypQ/s320/20220331_152858.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Big Goals</p><p><b>Category 1.</b> Learn how to draw my strength from God. Learn how to drink in His beauty,, His presence through worship,, through looking at Him. To see nothing without Him in the picture.</p><p>Its the only way I'm making it through this life.</p><p><b>Category 2.</b> Spend more time with the kiddos. Because they won't be kiddos much longer. Savor the time. Enjoy *being with them.*</p><p>From babies to toddlers to teens in the blink of an eye.</p><p>Time with them, sacred, unrepeatable.</p><p>It's a precious gift, running like water in a river, unrepeatable, fleeting as the sunlight shimmering on that water.<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><b>Category 3.</b> Family Adventures. Camping, hiking, waterfight.</p><p><b>Category 4. </b>Share my now-ancient hobbies with the kids. (Gardening, painting, drawing, sewing, Leatherwork, etc)</p><p><b>Category 5</b>. Make significant progress in homeschool. Because while overrated (see category 2.) education is somewhat important. <br /></p><p><b>Category 6.</b> Chores & cleaning. Because its hard to enjoy life when there are no clean spoons or clean underwear. <br /></p><p><b>Category 7.</b> Home and garden improvement.</p><p><br /></p><p>***********************</p><p>I will set a tangible goal(s) and a habit for each category, every 2 months.</p><p>For April & May 2022</p><p>Category 1. </p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Really pray at family prayer time in the evenings.</li><li> Pray at breakfast. Read them Bible at breakfast.</li><li>Put on worship music at 5pm, every day.</li></ol><p></p><p>Category 2.</p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Rock and sing to the girls after prayertime, every night. One song for each girl.<br /></li><li>For the littles, have reading time in the brown chair</li><li>Isaiah read me "Sword in the Tree" and "Lion to Guard us", and discuss it.<br /></li><li>Teach Jenny and Keziah 2 new hairstyles <br /></li></ol><p></p><p>Category 3. </p><p>Still recovering from childbirth. Try Saturday morning picnics in the park. </p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Make family dinner a big deal. Ready ON the table at 6pm (start getting ready at 5pm, worship music!) </li><li>Make singing hymns at family prayertime a big deal. 3 hymns a night. Have them sing. </li><ol><li>How great Thou Art</li><li>O the deep deep love of Jesus</li><li>Be Thou my Vision<br /></li></ol></ol><p>Category 4. </p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Sew 2 calico critter clothes for/with each girl over 2. (So 10 outfits)</li><li>Teach Isaiah how to use the lightboard. Draw elites, grunts, brutes, or spartans.</li></ol><p> Category 5. </p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Have at least 1.5 hrs of MORNING homeschool time for the 3 big kids. 3 Rs.</li><li>Have daily time with M and S and A, working through the phonics book how to read.</li><li>For preschool: have M teach numbers/math, K teach letters/reading, and J teach Hebrew, and Isaiah teach history</li></ol><p></p><p>Category 6. </p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Praise them!!! Thatvthey will know YOU CAN MAKE THE WORLD BEAUTIFUL</li><li>Frequent After meals, and before dinner. 4x a day. </li><li>CHEERFULLY with them.Wheat in a cows stomach. Try no guilt and no yelling. Go from kidbto kid, teaching them techniques. Gentle voice, giving my tips, always positive. <br /></li><li>PUAYA. Put away after your activity. Build habits: Tidy becomes their new baseline. Where they hang their coat up without thinking about it....<br /></li></ol><p> Category 7. </p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Set up the toyroom</span></li><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Put bunk beds in the girls room </span><br /></li><li>Shade structure for playset. </li><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">2 more </span><strike><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">Pakistani Mulberries</span> </strike><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">shade trees,</span><span style="background-color: #fcff01;"> one more mulberry for circle of green. </span></li><li><span style="background-color: #fcff01;">contact wallbuilders</span></li><li><strike>Green the back wall</strike>.</li></ol><p></p><p>********************</p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ideas for June-July</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Category 2: Hold a meeting with the 3 big ones where you field their questions before homeschool time----- </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Category 4: Start the Crafting Rotation, each kid a turn </span></i><br /></p><p></p>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-3353976856217705172022-03-19T10:04:00.001-07:002022-03-19T10:06:02.174-07:00Introducing the newest SadarThere's been 2 new little sadars in the last few years.<div>I just hadn't updated my blog in a while.</div><div>Little Ruhi, born in the midst of covid drama, spring of 2020. The bright spot of 2020.</div><div>Now she's a feisty little whirlwind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxrU4XVMiXnjtbXcW0m0P6qPDMRGuJUu2FcBS_3KZ30X8mHKeEUKUD4lQcf16FLSfJwDQcKwK1quB-w0DfK-Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And now little Irene, born almost 2 years later, also in the phoenix spring.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlr3i5OCjxrqbAeN-ZWEfMz6-Ne0rEdPqpc3V6_I-UMhaMXathkudXslC9CPWr9JksDPdccuhHmeYR69qvnfIydhLlXl_Wi0HOyYtTyT2wGZxReExjGWqY5KS_C0eEw7ri4zDSAQoMM4dYl6mdtkUDUnRa1vUmt5Nmo13oCQur-i11HFilFIHbdsJ2bg=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlr3i5OCjxrqbAeN-ZWEfMz6-Ne0rEdPqpc3V6_I-UMhaMXathkudXslC9CPWr9JksDPdccuhHmeYR69qvnfIydhLlXl_Wi0HOyYtTyT2wGZxReExjGWqY5KS_C0eEw7ri4zDSAQoMM4dYl6mdtkUDUnRa1vUmt5Nmo13oCQur-i11HFilFIHbdsJ2bg=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Her middle name means </div><div>the glory/burden of the LORD.</div><div><br /></div><div>She is His precious burden. And His glory. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg12AzbiTjuqnhQa5a9EA50658pW3Lh4Eck19ZaO4PZFWbiOz3zSroYdzTlGSzPNespPTCS6forharZeAN_JgzUUPV3Ts3u3t_a6_1CpqGtrWDGV5jC63B_lmmVOqHRTHXauWHjLBwnugmjNrLbZFelej2jTjLZpBQxhKYE63sxiIuwH8tkOmrk_vzMpQ=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg12AzbiTjuqnhQa5a9EA50658pW3Lh4Eck19ZaO4PZFWbiOz3zSroYdzTlGSzPNespPTCS6forharZeAN_JgzUUPV3Ts3u3t_a6_1CpqGtrWDGV5jC63B_lmmVOqHRTHXauWHjLBwnugmjNrLbZFelej2jTjLZpBQxhKYE63sxiIuwH8tkOmrk_vzMpQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Little Irene, God holds you in His heart, every second of your life. May you know His heart, and His joy.</div><div><br /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-20885917684767394072022-02-05T18:47:00.032-08:002023-04-29T06:36:07.910-07:00Plans to Survive the Summer Heat in Phoenix AZ<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyPcpDCdKkWw-gvUl2qqOFDknHgCsiLZndB73lSypVOdtdR1OCmip0VBlClJrSlM3is_kFSBBOUP5ei4Tn8Ek1bM4r2t8mg1WU4oufuZsdpoP5XjltoHVLPfj4ehTU4JEBwep9-GDSe81ZlAZ6OKaakesthXW7JGPvewft0E4hW5UTu_mzLKOjdghBVw=s1388" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1313" data-original-width="1388" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyPcpDCdKkWw-gvUl2qqOFDknHgCsiLZndB73lSypVOdtdR1OCmip0VBlClJrSlM3is_kFSBBOUP5ei4Tn8Ek1bM4r2t8mg1WU4oufuZsdpoP5XjltoHVLPfj4ehTU4JEBwep9-GDSe81ZlAZ6OKaakesthXW7JGPvewft0E4hW5UTu_mzLKOjdghBVw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div><p>Stay outside as much as possible in the beautiful months, November, [December, January], February, March, April. Do major garden plans. Try to spend at least 2 hours outside every day. Plan local family hiking trips. Lost Dutchman, Fat Man's pass, Hidden Valley, Pioneer Museum. Also, do outdoor home improvement and anything that involves curing concrete or climbing up into the attic, e.g. installing lights or fans, in this time.</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-famFyc3TnxpXYeFNhmgXUs6pbWAeHhNJYXmmAAoPTjopJUcLyyYTU5trEqeau9Q00xK0FnDTIL3x-XgU4QuF-e92mzDuAwO4JL9o16akaTestJnpkECk_ggmVzFZuq-2AZEPuP0cltr1vedEf4fBdcMcjcoWM_4m4ydosiAzNfLQW2oKrkBmH9Um2Q=s1536" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-famFyc3TnxpXYeFNhmgXUs6pbWAeHhNJYXmmAAoPTjopJUcLyyYTU5trEqeau9Q00xK0FnDTIL3x-XgU4QuF-e92mzDuAwO4JL9o16akaTestJnpkECk_ggmVzFZuq-2AZEPuP0cltr1vedEf4fBdcMcjcoWM_4m4ydosiAzNfLQW2oKrkBmH9Um2Q=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pioneer Museum</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p>December and January it is still beautiful, just a little chilly. Be outside in more peak sun hours, near noon just with a hat, and make the kids wear shoes!! Put on a nice warm fleece coat for the colder months, and go outside anyways. The time to dig the earth (when its softer, don't need a pickaxe as much, and can go 3x as fast) is January and February, after the winter rains have softened it up.<div><br /></div><div><br /><p></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFM8x0ohnqevxmAo3eAny0M4C9bZ_mrLhHUycXWOQmI5V4wwvClC8pneIDiA972UHdj_Crf0WXc7yi_wyrv-AqnPapjwFHply0Vyw1yS1ZujBF6xJkKmjrzh_jrW5Y0gibzbCB-NLuUDQahtVwQ8SyMClgQDDnVKWER0Gv3iGBIp9BLtq_xzlIJQTAbQ=s1536" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFM8x0ohnqevxmAo3eAny0M4C9bZ_mrLhHUycXWOQmI5V4wwvClC8pneIDiA972UHdj_Crf0WXc7yi_wyrv-AqnPapjwFHply0Vyw1yS1ZujBF6xJkKmjrzh_jrW5Y0gibzbCB-NLuUDQahtVwQ8SyMClgQDDnVKWER0Gv3iGBIp9BLtq_xzlIJQTAbQ=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">By 2nd half of May, and first half of June, the mornings are still really beautiful. Get up at 6am and go outside till 8am. October is like May and June. Chase the sunrise. Get up at 5am or 6am and go out to the garden.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><p>2nd half of June, July, August, September...are a cross to be borne. You can try to beat the sun up, but often its a warm tired world even at dawn. </p><p>Sunrise and Sunset times. <span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/usa/phoenix">Sunrise and Sunset times here.</a></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> May 15 5:28am, 7:21pm<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">June 15 5:18am, 7:39pm<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">July 15 5:29am, 7:38pm<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aug 15 5:50am, 7:14pm</span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sept 15 6:11am, 6:34pm<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oct 15 6:32am, 5:54pm</span></li></ul><p> </p><p></p><p>STRATEGY: </p><b><span style="font-size: large;">1. Homeschool. </span></b><ol style="text-align: left;"><ol><li>Kids can't play outside, so may as well get school done. This should be the core of our homeschool, the most intense part of it. Try to cram in 2/3rds of their curriculum here. </li><li>Prioritize "Mom's reading time" to the kids, and pick Sonlight-esque historical novels to read to the children, every day. Try to get through at least 6 historical novels with the kiddos every summer. Maybe we can illustrate them too, in their art portfolios. <br /></li><li>Do 3-4 week chunks of intense school and as a reward, go on a weekend camping trip up to Prescott or Mingus Mountain. </li></ol></ol><b><span style="font-size: large;">2. OUTSIDE AT TWILIGHTS</span></b><br /></div><div><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;"><b>Best times are Dawn, and the Golden Hour. </b></span><span style="background-color: white;">Best
hour of the morning, (immediately following astronomical sunrise), outside around sunset
(40 min before astronomical sunset, and 20 min after). <a href="https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/usa/phoenix">Sunrise and Sunset times here.</a></span></div><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Go outside <b>at the Dawn Hour</b></span><br /></div></div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><ol><ol><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> May 5:28-6:30am<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">June 15 5:18-6:20am<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">July 15 5:28-6:30am<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aug 15 5:50-7:00am</span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sept 15 6:10-7:15am<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oct 15 6:30-7:30am</span></li></ul></ol></ol></ol><div style="margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b>Go outside at the Golden Hour. </b></span></div><ol style="text-align: left;"><ol><ol><ul><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> May 15 6:40- 7:40pm<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">June 15 7:00-8:00pm<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">July 15 7:00-8:00pm<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Aug 15 6:35-7:35pm</span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sept 15 6:00-7:00pm<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Oct 15 5:20-6:20pm<br /></span></li></ul></ol></ol></ol><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b>MUST be inside 8:30 to 4 pm.</b> UV index is high then (even till 5pm in June) <a href="https://www.uvindextoday.com/usa/arizona/maricopa-county/mesa-uv-index">Daily UV index here.</a> </span><br /></div></div><div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7qHqhef1Mfc6PE6u2n0zUylAbcItfXbcg1QunDRZQDjaI4FbggVFshIzDGgXX6VrIWgj8p1vAYcsyvK6FyiRcMKt7XZWl_S3VQpJDrI0htWxTAeMWqGqh91zXNloaeKqdiNbnbZrHVsYtzaNEh0D6dmcAWmT5TwY41QyRjtM4MNciqujPmDGEAys7A/s694/UV%20INDEX%20APRIL%20mesa%20az.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="785" data-original-width="1413" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNLJR-4tGEbgh8uYVV3pdGZBB0p3QNE3moJso-ffAlozTagD082LNzxDay5CDPFnoSwqR0TpeYVxXJFVT2GQA6C9qnPo7ifZOyBYKZXyfA8tGF_Kk_1aQBCsTnmn4UmtDR1k3rYPqsxlfL8hQEGXMoIwYvxIuuCN6879nFF4_pIIHYOBF5kT7KFO7KA/s320/av%20MONTHLY%20uv%20index%20phoenix.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"> If kids go outside at 4pm, they must drink water first, stay in the shade, and even better if they are splashing eachother with water.</div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>3. OUTSIDE WATER TIME </b></span><br /></div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><ol><li><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Every Friday, no matter what, get some way to
incorporate water into our lives. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">GET A WADING POOL and fill it up once a week. Let the
kids play in it and then dump it into a tree berm. Make little
channels or something. Have a "Family Wet night" and hose
everyone down and give them squirtguns, maybe after dinner every Friday
or Thursday.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif;">Waterfights during the golden hour (</span><span style="background-color: white;">40 min before astronomical sunset, and 20 min after)</span></li><li><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">?In May/June try to see if there are pools and maybe go
out to them on the dollar family nights. Aim to go to the pool maybe 6
times before the lightning weather hits.</span><br />
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<![endif]--></li></ol></ol><b><span style="font-size: large;">4. Indoor Movement: </span></b><ol style="text-align: left;"><ol><li>Indoor "Gym": This is also the time to focus on HIIT exercises indoors with the kids. And maybe lifting weights, resistence bands, and working toward calisthenics. <br /></li><li>Dance: Put on the music that makes the blood pump, and get the kids to dance. Do the Breath of the Wild Gerudo music with the scarves, Learn Irish music dance, Teach them English Country Dancing with Hobbit Music, Ballet moves.</li><li>Sword-fighting: get serious about using the sword-fighting textbooks, and teaching them the different positions. </li></ol></ol><b><span style="font-size: large;">5. Crafting:</span></b><ol style="text-align: left;"><ol><li>Teach the kids how to sew: Elven cloaks, Hobbit Dresses, calico critter clothes</li><li>Teach the kids how to craft: Headbands, earrings, wirework, metalwork. Make BotW stuff with them.<br /></li><li>Learn leatherwork with the kids. Make cool Ranger Gear for our camping trips!! Make bracers, leather armor, sheaths, straps for carrying things, pouches. Turn old thriftstore purses into cool pouches and beackpacks.<br /></li><li>Book-making: Calligraphy, sewing together folios, bookbinding. We can start with binding our art portfolios. The dream is one day for each kid to make and illustrate their own leatherbound Gospel....<br /></li></ol></ol><b><span style="font-size: large;">6. Art</span></b><ol style="text-align: left;"><ol><li>Teach the kids how to draw. Use the lightboxes, the "Draw 50" series. Illustrate stories. Pick a theme ("Rangers") and have everyone draw a picture, and make a portfolio</li><li>Each kid have an "Art Portfolio". Pick a theme every week, or illustrate from whatever Sonlight book we are reading. <br /></li><li>Learn how to watercolor with the kids!! (Claudia Nice, and youtube)<br /></li><li>Illustrate the Woodcutter and the Wolf-king</li><li>Smock everyone up and do Acrylic paint with the kids. Finish those icon sets I wanted to make long ago. </li></ol></ol><b><span style="font-size: large;">7. Start the Garden.</span></b><ol style="text-align: left;"><ol><li>Start the tomatoes indoors, everything that will go into the ground when the monsoon comes. Set up 2 muligs with LED shop lights in my room. Wrap in aluminum covered posterboard or windshield reflectors. <br /></li></ol></ol><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">8. Indoor Home Improvement</span></b> (that does not involve the attic[!] or setting concrete)</div><ol style="text-align: left;"><ol><li>Painting</li><li>Plumbing</li><li>Flooring <br /></li><li>?scraping popcorn ceilings?</li><li>?some LED lighting, from the inside?</li><li>Updating Bathrooms</li></ol></ol><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOgHYMALxLa4TAacqJ0cq6h0vCbnrj64Yj0OqwkRSV0kuwSRX3jxKj_SNCpG15ZHwqr-6ys5p6Wn_fjNdMzA-6Hb0vl2vIud85qrGv-c8t-41oDx1LO5JXerXm7JJNd6cP7K7vO_Ne5h8SuOPtMBQWijYE4uWdY6a6p20bbnZpyefb9EPYF6vCowxd2w=s1536" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOgHYMALxLa4TAacqJ0cq6h0vCbnrj64Yj0OqwkRSV0kuwSRX3jxKj_SNCpG15ZHwqr-6ys5p6Wn_fjNdMzA-6Hb0vl2vIud85qrGv-c8t-41oDx1LO5JXerXm7JJNd6cP7K7vO_Ne5h8SuOPtMBQWijYE4uWdY6a6p20bbnZpyefb9EPYF6vCowxd2w=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home improvement with toddlers</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p>Recap:</p><p><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>Beautiful Months</b></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>November<b><br /></b></b></span><ul><li><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>December </b></span>(with ranger coat and boots, shoes, cloaks, coats)</li><li><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>January </b></span></li></ul></li><li><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>February </b></span></li><li><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>March (start the hot veggies) [Kids wear hats]<br /></b></span></li><li><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>April (pick grandparents citrus) </b></span><span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><b>[Kids wear hats]</b></span></li></ul><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><i>Chase the Sunrise (Best hour immediately following astronomical sunrise), outside around sunset (Best hour, 40 min before astronomical sunset, and 20 min after)<b><br /></b></i></span><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b> May</b></span></li></ul><p><span style="background-color: #ea9999;">Survive, School, and do Indoor things, start from seed indoors.</span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="background-color: #ea9999;">June</span></li><li><span style="background-color: #ea9999;">July</span></li><li><span style="background-color: #ea9999;">August (harvest olives at the park)</span></li><li><span style="background-color: #ea9999;">Sept (finish olive harvest at the park)</span><b><br /></b></li></ul><p><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><i>Chase the Sunrise , outside at sunset </i></span></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><b>Octobe<span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">r </span></b></span><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">[Kids wear hats!]</span><br /></li></ul><p> </p><p>********************</p><p>Note on UV indexes:</p><p>These actually matter. White people aren't used to high UV indexes. They come from the Northern Lands, on a pole of our planet, where the sun is dimmed by the tilt of the earth. Their dna is exposed in semi-translucent skin, to the dimmer pole-sun. Their skin does not contain the armor of melanin, that shields their dna, against our Star's radiation in the more equatorial lattitudes.<br /></p><p>e.g. in London in late April the UV index maxes out at a 3. In Phoenix on the same day, its a 9. Being closer to the equator makes a huge difference. Then throw in the never-ending blue sky, and even compared to Dallas TX, we have no "off" days where cloud cover keeps the UV to a 3. Its unrelenting sun all the time. In June and July, Phoenix tops out at 11/12. <br /></p><p>Roughly, equinoxes are March 20th and Sept 20th. Solstices are June 20th and Dec 20th. So from a UV exposure perspective, the danger zone is April through September. </p><p>Since the kids are inside from 8 to 4 June through September (too hot to be in the sunlight), the "danger zone" is really March & April, October. This is when it <i>feels</i> nice and cool, but the UV index is still very high (compared to the Northern lattitudes to which their ancestors grew up.) So they aren't programmed to avoid sunlight at these nice temperatures, even though the UV index is frying their dna through their translucent northern skin. This is when insisting on hats is very important.<br /></p><p>Chart when UV index hits 3, and comes down from 3</p><p>
</p><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 206px;"><colgroup><col style="mso-width-alt: 2759; mso-width-source: userset; width: 58pt;" width="78"></col>
<col span="2" style="width: 48pt;" width="64"></col>
</colgroup><tbody><tr height="20" style="height: 15pt;">
<td class="xl65" height="20" style="height: 15pt; width: 58pt;" width="78"> </td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 48pt;" width="64">hits 3</td>
<td class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; width: 48pt;" width="64">down to 3</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl80" height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;"><span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;">April</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl81" style="border-left: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">8:15</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl82" style="border-left: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">4:15</span></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl83" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;"><span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;">May</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl84" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">8:15</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl85" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">4:45</span></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl83" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;"><span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;">June</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl84" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">8:15</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl85" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">5:00</span></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl83" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;"><span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;">July</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl84" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">8:15</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl85" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">4:40</span></td>
</tr>
<tr height="20" style="height: 15pt;">
<td class="xl86" height="20" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt;"><span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;">August</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl87" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">8:15</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl88" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">4:40</span></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl76" height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;"><span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;">September</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl77" style="border-left: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">8:30</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl77" style="border-left: medium none;"><span style="background-color: white;">3:45</span></td>
</tr>
<tr height="20" style="height: 15pt;">
<td class="xl78" height="20" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">October</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl79" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:30</td>
<td align="right" class="xl79" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">2:45</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl68" height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">November</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl69" style="border-left: medium none;">10:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none;">1:45</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl71" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">December</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">10:30</td>
<td align="right" class="xl72" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">1:30</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl71" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Jan</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">10:30</td>
<td align="right" class="xl72" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:30</td>
</tr>
<tr height="20" style="height: 15pt;">
<td class="xl73" height="20" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">Feb</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl74" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:45</td>
<td align="right" class="xl75" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:45</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl76" height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;"><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">March</span></td>
<td align="right" class="xl77" style="border-left: medium none;">9:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl77" style="border-left: medium none;">3:45</td>
</tr>
</tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Full chart, including when it hits 4<br /></p><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 334px;"><tbody><tr height="20" style="height: 15pt;"><td class="xl63" height="20" style="height: 15pt; width: 48pt;" width="64"><br /></td><td class="xl63" style="border-left: medium none; width: 48pt;" width="64"><br /></td><td class="xl63" style="border-left: medium none; width: 48pt;" width="64"><br /></td><td class="xl63" style="border-left: medium none; width: 48pt;" width="64">
<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 348px;"><colgroup><col style="mso-width-alt: 2759; mso-width-source: userset; width: 58pt;" width="78"></col>
<col span="2" style="width: 48pt;" width="64"></col>
<col style="mso-width-alt: 2560; mso-width-source: userset; width: 54pt;" width="72"></col>
<col style="mso-width-alt: 2474; mso-width-source: userset; width: 52pt;" width="70"></col>
</colgroup><tbody><tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl65" height="19" style="height: 14.4pt; width: 58pt;" width="78"> </td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 48pt;" width="64">hits 3</td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 48pt;" width="64">hits 4</td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 54pt;" width="72">down to 4</td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 52pt;" width="70">down to 3</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl68" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">April</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">8:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:00</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:45</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4:15</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl68" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">May</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">8:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">8:45</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4:45</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl68" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">June</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">8:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:00</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4:30</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">5:00</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl68" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">July</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">8:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:00</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4:40</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl68" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">August</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">8:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:00</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4:00</td>
<td align="right" class="xl67" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4:40</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl69" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">September</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">8:30</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:00</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:00</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:45</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl69" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">October</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:30</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">10:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">2:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">2:45</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl65" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">November</td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">10:15</td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">1:45</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl65" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">December</td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">10:30</td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">1:30</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl65" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">Jan</td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">10:30</td>
<td class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:30</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl65" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">Feb</td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:45</td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">10:30</td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:00</td>
<td align="right" class="xl66" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:45</td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl69" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;">March</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">10:00</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:15</td>
<td align="right" class="xl70" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3:45</td>
</tr>
</tbody></table></td>
<td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 54pt;" width="72"><br /></td>
<td class="xl65" style="width: 52pt;" width="70"><br /></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl83" height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl84" style="border-left: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl84" style="border-left: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl85" style="border-left: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl86"><br /></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl87" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl88" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl88" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl89" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td><td align="right" class="xl89" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td><td align="right" class="xl89" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl90" style="border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl87" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl88" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl88" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl89" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl90" style="border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl87" height="19" style="border-top: medium none; height: 14.4pt;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl88" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl88" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl89" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl90" style="border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
</tr>
<tr height="20" style="height: 15pt;">
<td class="xl91" height="20" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl92" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl92" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl93" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl94" style="border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
<td class="xl77" height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl78" style="border-left: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl78" style="border-left: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl79" style="border-left: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl78"><br /></td>
</tr>
<tr height="20" style="height: 15pt;">
<td class="xl80" height="20" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl81" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl81" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl82" style="border-left: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
<td align="right" class="xl81" style="border-top: medium none;"><br /></td>
</tr>
<tr height="19" style="height: 14.4pt;">
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So this is the backyard, when we moved in.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BjaudpBSFk/YTbPBtoclVI/AAAAAAAAIDE/8kKnhr7mbkUrq4Xf2T0zwr2fy8fMPwZIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s480/25596e32e913556f2078407acf4b0269-uncropped_scaled_within_1536_1152.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="359" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BjaudpBSFk/YTbPBtoclVI/AAAAAAAAIDE/8kKnhr7mbkUrq4Xf2T0zwr2fy8fMPwZIwCLcBGAsYHQ/w478-h640/25596e32e913556f2078407acf4b0269-uncropped_scaled_within_1536_1152.webp" width="478" /></a></div><br /><p>Now it has 7 struggling saplings that I planted in the first month when we got the house. After a brutal desert summer (one week solid 115's) and some near deaths, all teh little saplings are...still alive....still alive.</p><p>Not grown at all, but alive. </p><p>I've discovered Geoff Lawton's "Permaculture: Greening the Desert" videos about Jordan, and after seeing their before and after shots, I have hope. Jordan also gets annual rainfall between 5 and 10 inches, and looks, well, like my backyard.</p><p>Permaculture is full of hope. Of man working within the created order to make the earth better.... where jackals once lay, grass and reeds and papyrus will grow....</p><p><i><span class="chapter-2" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Isa-35-1" style="position: relative;">The wilderness and the desert will rejoice,</span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-1" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And the desert will shout for joy and blossom;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-1" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">Like the crocus</span></i></p><p><i><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-2" id="en-NASB-18323" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">2 </span>It will blossom profusely</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-2" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And rejoice with joy and jubilation.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-2" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-2" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">The majesty of Carmel and Sharon.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-2" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">They will see the glory of the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span>,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-2" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">The majesty of our God.</span></i></p><p><i><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-3" id="en-NASB-18324" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">3 </span>Strengthen the </span><span class="text Isa-35-3" style="background-color: white; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;">slack hands, and make the tottering knees</span><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;"> strong.</span></span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-4" id="en-NASB-18325" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">4 </span>Say to those with anxious heart,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-4" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">“Take courage, fear not.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-4" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">Behold, your God will come with vengeance;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-4" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">The retribution of God will come,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-4" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">But He will save you.”</span></i></p><p><i><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-5" id="en-NASB-18326" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">5 </span>Then the eyes of those who are blind will be opened,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-5" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And the ears of those who are deaf will be unstopped.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-6" id="en-NASB-18327" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">6 </span>Then those who limp will leap like a deer,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-6" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And the tongue of those who cannot speak will shout for joy.</span></i></p><p><i><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-6" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">For waters will burst forth in the wilderness,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-6" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And streams in the desert.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-7" id="en-NASB-18328" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">7 </span>The scorched land will become a pool</span></i></p><p><i><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-7" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And the thirsty ground springs of water;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-7" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">In the haunt of jackals, its resting place,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-7" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">Grass becomes reeds and rushes.</span></i></p><p><i><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-8" id="en-NASB-18329" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">8 </span>A highway will be there, a roadway,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-8" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And it will be called the Highway of Holiness.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-8" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">The unclean will not travel on it,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-8" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">But it will be for the one who walks that way,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-8" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And fools will not wander on it.</span></i></p><p><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;"><i><br /></i></span><i><span class="text Isa-35-9" id="en-NASB-18330" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">9 </span>No lion will be there,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-9" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">Nor will any vicious animal go up on it;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-9" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">It will not be found there.</span></i></p><p><i><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-9" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">But the redeemed will walk there,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-10" id="en-NASB-18331" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; left: -4.4em; line-height: normal; position: absolute; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;">10 </span>And the redeemed of the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span> will return</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-10" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And come to Zion with joyful shouting,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-10" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And everlasting joy will be on their heads.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-10" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">They will obtain gladness and joy,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;" /><span class="text Isa-35-10" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">And sorrow and sighing will flee away.</span></i><br /></p>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-9231069662836931692021-08-09T15:40:00.006-07:002021-08-09T15:50:26.483-07:00The moving truck plan <p> We rented a moving truck to move Josh's piano from his parents house. With 2 furniture dollies, and josh's dad's help, it was pretty non-eventful.</p><p>We rented the moving truck really for its steel ramp.</p><p>The kids loved the moving truck.</p><p>After we got the piano moved, they held a musical programme, their joy overcoming the 106 degree weather.....sufficiently to even lure their parents out of the air conditioning, for the performance.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYIOkE14qcs/YRGvbng4yzI/AAAAAAAAIAE/BHHLPHou3EgD8S2afDVR-iiN__HAuCIHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1536/20210807_132158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYIOkE14qcs/YRGvbng4yzI/AAAAAAAAIAE/BHHLPHou3EgD8S2afDVR-iiN__HAuCIHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210807_132158.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>The programme was "Zelda' s theme" and "Hark the Herald Angels Sing".</p><p><br /></p><p>Afterwards, Jenny told me when we outgrow our 15 passenger van, we can buy a moving truck, and use ratchet straps to the walls as seatbelts....</p><br /><p><br /></p>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-63653484515758151062021-07-18T20:57:00.001-07:002021-07-18T20:57:04.788-07:00Return of the Sadars....<div><font size="5">Yup, we are back.</font></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">And this post is already a year old....been sitting in my "to finish" folder....</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1plqkjAWJg8/YPT3prxK-qI/AAAAAAAAH-w/EnUpbDDBBr0AOgsr0hihw_LDEcKVWK6bgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1536/20210517_125938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1plqkjAWJg8/YPT3prxK-qI/AAAAAAAAH-w/EnUpbDDBBr0AOgsr0hihw_LDEcKVWK6bgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210517_125938.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdISydiqIBs/YPT3zCpO4pI/AAAAAAAAH-4/vdzNRAv60q0dgNYaFdQsWnRQdlRamHeNACLcBGAsYHQ/s1536/20200805_102213%25280%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdISydiqIBs/YPT3zCpO4pI/AAAAAAAAH-4/vdzNRAv60q0dgNYaFdQsWnRQdlRamHeNACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/20200805_102213%25280%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><font size="5">We got internet again, after a 4.5 year break. </font></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Not having internet was really good for me, in many ways.</span></div><div><font size="5">But alas, the blog kinda died. </font></div><div><font size="5"><br /></font></div><div><font size="5">But we did not! And hopefully, the blog will live again.</font></div><div><font size="5"> The best thing about keeping this blog is it made me write down more of the cute stuff they did. And I want to remember that. </font></div><div><font size="5"><br /></font></div><div><font size="5">(Also, I cannot figure out what is going on with this font size...)</font></div><font size="5"><div><font><br /></font></div>Isaiah is talking about brothers again. I think he figures Ruhi's out, and the supply lines are up and running again.</font><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><font size="5">He has given me permission to have a few more daughters, after I have enough sons.</font></div><div><font size="5">"how much is enough brothers?" I asked.</font></div><div><font size="5">"20" he said.</font></div><div><font size="5">I tried to break it to him, short of a miracle, that wasn't going to happen. </font></div><div><font size="5">But today he started talking about how wonderful it would be if we had 20 more boys, and then 2 more daughters "...and then mom, that would be enough"</font></div></div><div><font size="5"><br /></font></div><div><font size="5">Keziah makes up many stories. Her sisters breathlessly report them to me. Three sisters hang on the twists and turns of her plots. She has at least four different stories going. It went to my head like wine at that age, and I only had one twin in my audience. Puzz is queen of her worlds, at this point. </font></div><div><font size="5"><br /></font></div><div><font size="5">We have a laptop hooked up to the TV and have been watching military history videos that Isaiah requests. Roman naming traditions were made to confuse the casual historian.Isaiah "no mom, that was decimus junius brutus albinus, not marcus brutus" </font></div><div><font size="5"><br /></font></div><div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sarah Grace is a weeping wreck until she finally takes her medicine (today, mommy slipped it in with sugar-spiked juice), at which point, she's singing little songs, referring to herself as "Zelda" in the third person, and basically back to her old self. Pray her throat heals up. There's something about her little sore-throated wailing refusing medicine, going on for an hour, that lowers the collective happiness levels of everyone in the house. A baby in pain, but still with a will of iron. Her will is somewhere on par with Puzz's. That probably puts her at the 98th percentile in the stubborness department.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Puzz remains powerful, as the dungeon master of the girl's play stories. There was an altercation about who got to wear the hair-clip with the most pearls this morning, nad I put it into Mariam's hair over Puzz's wails, because Mariam had asked first. 5 minutes later, I walked into the room, and Mariam told me to put it into Puzz's hair. I began by praising Mariam's kindness, but suddenly got suspicious and asked why. "Because Keziah said I could not be in the story until Christmas if I didn't" Mariam said, very matter-of-factly. I lectured Puzz, but I am afraid this thing happens quite a bit recently, where even Jenny will do Puzz's bidding as they earn "10 game points" to where they are allowed to expand their inventory of weapons in "the story" that Keziah dictates. Evidently being a good story-teller has its advantages.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Isaiah actually did his grammar today. Maybe he'll get at education after all. There were his beloved history videos hanging in the balance. He wanted to make salsa, because we had a sesame street book about Elmo making salsa with Rosita's Mexican grandma. We made it, and he insisted I put a jalapeno in it, so I did. Evidently one tiny jalapeno can burn mommy's tongue quite a bit. When I said so, Isaiah asked if if there was actual fire in my mouth when I complained. I don't know if he was being literal or making a point. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Anastasia continues to be her typical cheerful russian thug baby, but has discovered pretty headbands, nad you know by her little self-conscious expressions when she puts them on that she feels gorgeous. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">That kid is beyond cute. She has this sort of unstoppable cheerful life-force that seems to radiate from her, even as she breaks things and causes injuries. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Jenny continues to be the moral center of the Sadar Children, although increasingly she has been disciplined as she tries to take the law into her own hands. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">She's a frustrated little vigilante in a rough town where the delinquent Sheriff evidently is not coming up to snuff. </span></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sarah Grace came up to me last night, with a little furrowed brow and indignantly announced "Mom, I wiww have to sleep in a yuchy underwear IF YOU DO NOT DEAL WIV DIS"</span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Which meant she had pooped in her underwear. But her delivery of the information was so cute, I kept laughing.</span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The other day, Sarah held Ruhi, smiling at me beatifically for 4 minutes. I was thinking warm thoughts about her nurturing heart, before she put Ruhi down, got off the couch, and announced "Mom, can I have some chocwate? I have been holding Ruhi ALL DAY". </span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">(I had paid Jenny in chocolate for holding a crying Ruhi while I took a shower post partum a couple months ago, and she had remembered)</span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">She does have an empathetic heart, and was the only Sadar child to weep for Boromir in the family viewing of Fellowship of the RIng. But she bravely sits by Ruhi while I stretch Ruhi's tongue (post-op frenectomy directions). it's kinda awful to watch, and hear Ruhi's gargled screams. Puzz flees the room every time I do it. But Sarah, every time, parks herself right by Ruhi through the whole thing, glares at me and yells "Ruhi doesn't want it! Mommy, Ruhi DOESN'T WANT IT!!!" through the whole process.</span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In other news, Isaiah saw me looking at a "how to put eyeshadow on hooded eyes" tutorial, and then pointed to the sidebar in youtube, recommending his beloved much-watched Pyrrhic war video. "Mom, click on that one, let's see how Pyrrhus does his hair"....o wait, there's a video about how Ceaser did his hair in the Gallic Wars", pointing to another of his beloved videos showing up in the sidebar. </span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I don't know if he was trying to pull one over old mom, or if he was cracking a joke. Either way, it makes me smile every time I think of it.</span></div></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-28032567243704120442020-06-14T18:28:00.003-07:002022-03-14T13:31:49.049-07:00Old Stories from 2 yrs ago...
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">Jenny
put a toy dragon into the toy microwave of their kitchen set. She
reports that microwaved dragon tastes “like chicken.”</font></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4"><br /></font></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejAiaRDnIQQ/XubOg_LvhTI/AAAAAAAAHsg/20WtMM0NP4U_McTz8Ui4eJZIbgOEYPbHACK4BGAsYHg/s3456/IMG_6361.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3456" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejAiaRDnIQQ/XubOg_LvhTI/AAAAAAAAHsg/20WtMM0NP4U_McTz8Ui4eJZIbgOEYPbHACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h426/IMG_6361.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></span></span></div>
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girls were doing one of their favorite play-acting, of stuffing
babydolls under their shirts, and coming to be holding imaginary
pregnancy test with “LOOK MOM!! TWO LINES!!!”. Keziah said “I
HAVE FOUR LINES!! I have TWINS!!!” </span></span>
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</span><font size="4"><span><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">(I
think the kids have absorbed what they hear in a lot “you've got
your hands full!” </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">As
I drifted off the sleep on the couch, I heard Keziah jubilantly
announce “My hands are full....OF BABIES!!”</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">I
was surprised to see Jenny and Isaiah play acting together for more
than 20 minutes. Usually there is some powerstruggle at som epoint
that ends things early. Even more surprisingly, Isaiah seemed to be
“contwolling duh stowy” (narrating the story). Jenny came up to
me, almost breathless with joy. “Mommy! Isaiah says, in this stowy,
I am his OLDER sister!!!” Then she dashed back to play, as Isaiah
continued to say what was happening. He is one smart kid.</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">I
had explained Mariam was named after Mary, Jesus' mother, in the way
her full name would have been pronounced back then. The next day,
when Mariam shared some of her icing with Jenny, Jenny said to be
“Mommy! Mawiam is the NICEST MAWIAM! Jesus' mother was pwetty nice
too. But other than that, Mawiam is the nicest”</font></span></span></div>
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</span><font size="4"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">Keziah
smacked Sarah. “Hey, don't hit her on the belly!” </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">She
defended herself, “But she's not pwegnant!”</font></span></span></div>
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<font size="3"><span><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">A
not uncommon occurrence when we are out and about, is strangers
coming up to comment on my full hands. I nod agreement, and
depending on where on the spectrum between happy amusement to
stressed concern their faces show, I sometimes try to discreetly hide
my pregnant belly behind the the double stroller with 3 kids hanging
out of it and two more jumping around. At this point the kids
invariably announce, jubilantly, at the top of their lungs “AND
GUESS WHAT? MOM IS PREGUNANT!!” </span></span>
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</span><font size="4"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">At
that point people usually just laugh. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">And
then I get a warm glow inside, that we are doing out part as a
travelling circus to make the world a more interesting place :)</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">Whenever
I was having a bad day, Jenny would come to cheer me up, with shining
eyes, “Mom, if you are having a bad day, jus' wemember YOU ARE
PREGNANT!” </font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">In
church thanking VBS prep volunteers “...thanks to all who
sacrificed nights and weekends...” Isaiah was distraught, and said
to Josh “no, no! You do not sacrifice Knights!”</font></span></span></div>
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<font size="4"><span><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">Isaiah
got obsessed by the Roman Army. I was just so relieved he was off his
“Mongol Heavy Cavalry” obsession, that I encouraged it by leaving
Roman Army themed books around the couch. He carried one very
informative but cheaply printed history book around so much that a
few pages came out from the staples, which caused great emotional
distress. When I fixed this with packing tape, he went over every bit
of the book, prying for a weakness and bringing it back as new pages
were found wanting. I think now it probably weighs twice as much as
it did when it was first printed, the added mass being half a roll of
packing tape. </span></span>
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<font size="4"><span><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">So
on the last viewing of Pendragon: Sword of his Father, Isaiah
recognized Artos's father was a Roman (Briton) and rooted for the
goodguys all the way through the movie. He did not, as in former
days, root for the conquering bloodthirsty Hengest, despite his
growly voice and awesome axe. </span></span>
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</span><font size="4"><span><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">My
heart was singing. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">Many
of Isaiah's Roman Army books are illustrated with photos of
re-enactors doing Roman military formations. I didn't realize what
impression these photographs were giving him, till one night he asked
Josh, “Do the Romans use coins with George Washington's face on
them?”</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: small;"><font>“<span>No
Isaiah, George Washington was born more than a thousand years after
the Roman empire fell”</span></font></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: small;"><font>“<span>But
<i>now</i> do they use coins with George Washington's face on them?”</span></font></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
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<span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: small;"><font>“<span>The
Roman Empire fell more than a thousand years ago”</span></font></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: small;"><font>“<span>Are
they not still falling?”</span></font></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
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</span><font size="4"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">At
which point, Josh had to break the news to him that the Roman Empire,
in fact, no longer existed. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">Tears
were shed. He asked Daddy if the Roman Empire would ever rise again,
with their swords and shields. Josh said it <i>might</i>, but if it
did, it would be different, and they would use guns.</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">At
this, Isaiah wept.</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">8/3/2018</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">Jenny
wanted me to tell her if Daddy's character in Knights of the Old
Republic destroys the Star Forge at the end of the game. I said I
wasn't going to tell her. She got rather upset. I tried another
tactic and said “Daddy will not like it if I tell the end, and I
promised God I'd obey Daddy, so I can't”</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">Jenny
sensed I was blame-shifting here, and didn't accept this excuse. “But
mom, it wiwl be <span style="font-size: small;">like---A YEAR before I know.” she went on begging.
Then she tried a new strategy “Mom, just tell me. I promise I'll
forget RIGHT AFTER YOU TELL ME”</span></font></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: small;"><font>“<span>Jenny,
you don't know if you'll forget it”</span></font></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: small;"><font>“<span>I
wemember forgetting other things”</span></font></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: small;"><font>“<span>How
do you remember if you forgot?”</span></font></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font>This
silenced her a minute. Then she just said “I KNOW I forgot other
things”</font></span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: small;"><font>“<span>But
you don't know if you'll forget this thing”</span></font></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: small;"><font>“<span>Yes
I do! I will forget! Just tell me!”</span></font></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><font size="4"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">I
think I fled into the kitchen and tried to do something else at that
point. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">Mariam
likes making Sarah Grace laugh. Together, they find hilarity in
things like a bowl falling off Mariam's head over and over again, or
water being splashed into Sarah's face in the bathtub (?!?). Hearing
repeated peals of their laughter mixed together is like peaking into
the joy of heaven.</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">Jenny
has a sort of self imposed compulsion to “do the motions” to her
VBS songs. We play the VBS cd nearly every day, and all the little
girls copy Jenny to do the motions. However, if I put the VBS CD (or
as Mariam calls it, the “BBS CD”) in when she's trying to do
something else, she will glare at me, protest “Mom!! Not yet! I
want to finish coloring!” but then will inevitably scramble over to
the living room to do the motions whilestill protesting. “You can't
put the VBS CD when I'm doing something else, then I <i>HAVE</i> to
do the motions”---while doing the motions.</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">Daddy,
myself, and even Isaiah have tried to explain to her that she doesn't
<i>have to, </i><span style="font-style: normal;">that she could just
listen.</span> But to no avail.</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">One
day I had to get the kids up early and out of the house early for
something, and we were running behind schedule, and Jenny was still
fast asleep in bed. Tentatively I put in the VBS CD.</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"><font size="4">I
started to make breakfast. I heard a thump, and a drunken-stumble of
the half-awake,--when I turned, there was Jenny in a daze, still with
bed-head and groggy eyes, faithfully doing the motions to the song,
with a grumpy face. At the first break between songs, she reprimanded
me for doing this to her. And continued with the motions for the next
song...</font></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span></div><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">Leah came over late at night, having to do some grading till the wee hours of the morning. The girls were trying to get her to come in and tell them stories. She was working at the table, when Mariam came out weeping having hurt herself. Leah was halfway to her to comfort her, when mid-sob Mariam said “I huwt myself...Tell us Dumpling and Dumpkin”</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">no subtlety there :)</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">jenny's dream </span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">I was asleep. I woke up. There was a fairy. It was still nighttime. She made a veil that was pink and a sparkly headbandShe made a pink dress for me. Mommy came in. and said “what is happening? Go back to bed” But I said “Mom, there's a fairy that made all these things for me, thank you fairy” and mom said “now go back to bed the fairy is gone”</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">Isaiah's wadded up icecream cone pieces for Mom and Dad. Saved a piece for Josh no matter what I said.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">Isaiah sitting in the back of the car, burst out, “will Jesus ever come back NORMALLY?”</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">What do you mean Isaiah</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%;">(almost crying) “Will he always come back with a sword coming out of his mouth, his eyes like fire, and white hair?!?</span></span></div></div>
Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-19359490679350987382019-08-11T12:08:00.000-07:002019-08-12T21:27:46.165-07:00When my kids are driving me crazy...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the days when I think the kids are
“driving me crazy”, I need to stop, and <b>think</b>.
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>And every time, the root is not the kids.</b> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, they might push me over on the edge, but why was I
sitting by the edge in the first place? Why does 2 tantrums, an
emptied bookshelf, permanent marker on the carpet, or a poop
explosion, suddenly feel like the last slender thread of my sanity
snapping? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Usually I can find why I was sitting on the edge---I find
I'm worrying someone I love will wreck their life, or I'm in the
middle of a drawn out text-fight with a sister, or mentally
rehearsing bitter litanies of grievances from people I have not
forgiven, or brooding over some awful thing that has happened in the
world, or stressed out about some financial need, or fearing for a
beloved one's marriage, or worrying about a friend or siblings
relationship choices----all these things push me to that edge, then
one kid-tantrum or mess later, I'm yelling, crying, and melting down.
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">But its not really the kids, its the
turmoil in my own soul. And the answer to every one of those problems
is to take it to God, to TRUST His heart, to TRUST His strength. Then
I can face the daily stresses of life with small children with joy,
with deep reserves instead of inner turmoil. The inner turmoil is
what has me living on the edge, running on narrow margins.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">My noisy kids are not the problem---the
turmoil in my soul is. And when the Holy Spirit comes, and I give Him
the burdens of my heart, then suddenly, a mess is just a mess, a
diaper explosion is just a needed bath (with bubble soap! And
foodcoloring in the water!), a tantrumming kid is just a needed long
hug (good for us both), a permanently-markered carpet is just money
(God will provide).
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Because what I really needed wasn't
peace and quiet so I could cope with my inner turmoil without blowing
my top.
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">What I really needed wasn't me-time so
I could distract myself with hobbies or reading, and hold in all the
pain and fear, and pretend it wasn't there.
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">What I really need is inner peace.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">I need to invite the Holy Spirit into
the dark places of fear in my soul, to give him my burden, and then
rise up and live. So my kids are really God's scalpel, cutting apart
my camouflaging bandages to show me the hidden infection that was
there all along, in my heart.
</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">My kids overload my coping mechanisms,
so that they fail. With my coping mechanisms broken, I am forced to
go to the Healer, to offer to Him the turmoil in my heart, and
TRUST....and learn to live.</span></div>
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-33045071923076311872019-06-16T18:28:00.001-07:002019-06-16T19:24:26.276-07:00Old PhotodumpI realize I never posted these pictures. Most taken about 6 months ago, when Anastasia was a couple months old.<br />
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It was fall/winter (beautiful weather here) and we went to the park.<br />
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<br />Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-35073868784646667962019-06-11T11:58:00.000-07:002019-06-11T11:58:00.677-07:00We're still alive!Um, long time no blog.....<br />
We are all alive and kicking!<br />
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Happy Easter! I love how Josh has his standard family portrait face and I am trying to pose. And how all the kids ham up either appraoch, either going with Josh [vaguely disgusted with this form of mild torture] or my approach[note the posing arms, I don't know where they learned that].<br />
Except for Isaiah, who is experimenting with new ways to eat his lips doing a family portrait, like Calvin.<br />
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Battles have been fought.<br />
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Anastasia is the world's happiest baby.<br />
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She puts up with everything other than getting a Templar Helmet lovingly put on her by her big brother. We had to make a new rule "No helmets on the babies younger than 1"<br />
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We went to the library for Star Wars Day. Jenny was a padawan, Keziah was Mara Jade, Mariam insisted on being "Pwincess Leia in a hobbit dwess", and Sarah Grace's R2D2 dress was, alas, lost in the wash.<br />
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Mandalorians have a child-friendly side :)<br />
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Brightwater!<br />
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Every time I see clones I feel weepy, like they died for my freedom or something. They're like pure unselfish goodness.<br />
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Giving high fives to kids too. Dying for the children, other people's children. <3 Loved that episode. (where the Neocon Captain Rex and the Libertarian deserter Clone both defend the Libertarian clone's kids from the commando droids)<br />
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There was a cool lady there who let Mara Jade try on her helmet.<br />
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Yoda made a brief appearance....<br />
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Princess Leia showed up too :)<br />
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Supportive sisters watching Isaiah play Lego Clone Wars...<br />
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<br />Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-15789298688332783862018-12-14T11:48:00.001-08:002018-12-19T17:08:46.307-08:00Introducing Number SixIntroducing number 6: Anastasia Faith Sadar<br />
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Her name means "Resurrection." I love it pronounced the Russian way, Anna - Stah - Seeyuh.<br />
(Her siblings are insisting on pronouncing it the American way right now)<br />
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<br />Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-7180196414444361572018-10-31T19:14:00.000-07:002018-10-31T19:14:05.168-07:00More Thoughts on Marriage<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thinking about <a href="http://makingrivendell.blogspot.com/2018/10/marriage-what-is-it.html">what marriage is.</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">God knew from the start what a marriage
would be. And He still guided people to get married when he knew
there would be deep betrayal. The marriage does not retroactively
become a 'mistake'. None of it was wasted. He has not forgotten, not
overlooked, not neglected, not been sloppy.
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<span style="font-size: large;">God promised “I will also hold you by
the hand and watch over you”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is, was, and will be, true.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe God's purpose for us marrying
someone, wasn't as happy as we thought. Maybe it was to carry a cross
of horrible illness with someone, watching dementia claim their mind,
or to spend the next 40 years caring for a blind bomb-shredded
limbless brain-damaged hero-husband who marched off young, strong,
and intelligent, to war. Or carry the cross of shame of imprisonment
with someone, visiting them in their prison. Or to fight for
someone's soul—even if prayer is all we can do as we wait—and
they run off in self-destruction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">God's thoughts are higher than our
thoughts, his ways than our ways.
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the end, none of it will have been
wasted. God holds our hand, bottles every tear, hears every prayer.
What He knew our marriage would be on our wedding day, may not have
been as happy and wonderful as we had thought—but He will make it
beautiful, far more beautiful than we can imagine this side of the
Jordan. Because He will be with us every step, every second, every
moment, holding our hand, giving us strength.
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<span style="font-size: large;">And He never wastes anything.</span></div>
Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-6111854087777040322018-10-28T19:12:00.000-07:002018-10-28T19:18:13.734-07:00Marriage---What Is It?<span style="font-size: large;">Marriage---what are we signing up for?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is marriage about rights----love me/be
faithful to me/have a godly home/provide for me, or is it more like a
binding oath to a kind of “war buddy”, that lasts as long as you
are alive, to help the other person be sanctified, become more like
Christ, enter the new Jerusalem---no matter what happens?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We get married expecting it means
children, buying a home, retiring together, studying Bible together,
reading stories together, going on family camping trips, kissing etc,
and being old people going on daily walks together with an umbrella.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I know that is what I expected.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But there are lots of wonderful people
I know/know of, whose lives didn't turn out that way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Because there are lots of other things we
don't expect. We don't expect our smart, emotionally supportive,
fun-to-talk-to husband to go through a brain trauma that renders him
a needy child. Or a freak accident to a 27 yr old man at work that
renders the marriage a chaste one for the next 40 years. Or to be
young, and suddenly, widowed and alone, raising kids without their father.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">God knew on our wedding day what we
were signing up for. We did not. We can't know. But He knew all
along. He knew from the first date. And He holds us. “I will also
hold you by the hand and watch over you” (Isaiah 42:16)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We don't get married expecting to have
to turn our husband/wife into the law, and visit him in jail the rest
of our lives. Or visit him on death row. Or every day raising the
kids alone, and each day, faithfully praying for someone who has
abandoned you for another(s).
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<span style="font-size: large;">But is that what is being asked of us?
To not stand on our rights, but to carry the cross?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Parenting, what are we signing up for?
If your kid did the unspeakable things, would you still love them?
Would you cut ties and find another kid? Or would you visit them on
death row, praying for them every day?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">What is being asked of us?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think that is at the crux of what so
much of this argument about marriage comes down to. What do we see it
as? What is it?</span></div>
Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-2792420422549403472018-09-23T17:24:00.003-07:002018-09-29T14:00:34.692-07:00Of Ancient History and Baseball Birthdays....<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;">There's been a lot of poring over history books at our house lately. And Mommy scrambling to try to answer a lot of interesting questions, like....should they have stabbed Julius Ceaser? And do the Greeks still not wear any clothes at the Olympics?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;">They constructed a longboat. I wasn't sure if it was Saxon or Viking, but they had lots of fun with it. I think it was Isaiah's idea, and he wanted them to hang their shields on the sides.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;">I love this next progression of pictures, I was just trying to get an idyllic shot, and only later did I realize the little drama that unfolded. Its so representative of the kids personalities.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;"><i>Picture #3,</i> Jenny enters the scene, supporting Law and Order, and very aware of it. Keziah switches back to angelic smile.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;">A couple years ago, I had tried to make my recycled ice-cream buckets (now holding flour, etc) more classy by spray painting them cream color. But then I ran out of spray paint, so a few of them still sport the logo “Party Pail” with garish colors.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;">I came and found someone had scribbled a girl and a flower on one of the painted ones. Jenny explained “I was sad this bucket did not have something pretty on it like the others. So I decided to make it pretty for you”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none;">Aunt Sarah came to visit for Isaiah's birthday, which pleased him greatly. </span></span> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;">Among his loot, he got a gladius, a Star Wars book, a Phillies shirt, a minecraft maze book....</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;">...and a Baseball Cake. He was very excited about the cake.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;">Right after this idyllic picture, Isaiah opened his mouth to reveal chewed up carrot. I think that plan had hatched in his mind in this picture, given the gleam in his eyes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none; font-size: large;">He turned down the scale-mail (plastic) gold breastplate in search of something more authentic to the Spartan soldier on the CD cover for Sabaton's “The Last Stand.” He hunted around for a “Greek breastplate”---- the solid bronze breastplate with the muscle-shapes wrought into it. Coming up with nothing that satisfied him, he said, “I know, I will take off my shirt, and my chest can be the Greek Armor”</span></span><br />
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-86454227930691746162018-09-08T18:24:00.001-07:002018-09-23T17:39:08.629-07:00Of Mars, and the Twelve Dancing PrincessesHi, um, we are doing science and still alive.<br />
So many interesting and fun things have happened, but I just haven't got around to putting them up on the internet. I wanted to post about all the adventures that I haven't yet, but the backlog is so great, I'm just going to try to post every week or so, with what's going on now.<br />
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Josh got a telescope to look at Mars with the kids. Josh takes them out, one by one, to go out to look at Mars with Daddy.<br />
Isaiah has really warmed to this.<br />
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The girls love the Barbie movie "12 Dancing Princesses", its a surprisingly good movie, with sibling love and teamwork, a very sweet future-brother-in-law (very nice to little sisters), and a talking Indian parrot who is very funny, with a soundtrack with a lot of Felix Mendelssohn in it and even 30 second's of the sisters singing Byrd's heavenly sacred choral music (best part).<br />
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Anyways, the girls really love the film. They will hum the theme, while twirling about in their sundry dress up dresses with their hands over their heads, attempting a ballet stance.<br />
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Sarah, at 18 months, dragged a dress up dress to Josh, and when he put it on her, started off-key humming and trying to twirl around with her little arms over her head (her arms are short enough they were stuck around her head). She almost immediately fell over, tangled in her dress up dress, but it just about killed me with the cuteness factor.<br />
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Speaking of the 12 dancing princesses, we are well on our way, as baby #6 IS A GIRL!!!<br />
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Our daughters, in addition to loving dress up dresses, make frequent use of the football pads I picked up at the thrift store. Keziah explained to me "I am a girl who fights BETTER THAN THE MANS. And they don't know I'm a girl because I cover up my skirt with my shield. And I fight better than all the mans"<br />
(she was wearing a skirt that time. Here she is wearing her armor at another time, doing heroic deeds in the name of Gondor and America, evidently)<br />
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I tried to subtley influence the kids into agreeing to a Lord of the Rings theme for Halloween this year, by drawing pictures of them in various outfits. Here they are, poring over the pictures of themselves. <br />
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They loved the pictures, but it appears that Disney Princesses and the Roman Army have won their hearts for Halloween this year. Maybe my grand LOTR theme will happen next year.</div>
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These pictures are from July, but my awesome little sisters got to visit. Here are some pictures of them.</div>
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My baby sisters, all growed up. Sniff, sniff. So proud.</div>
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The kids loved hanging out with their aunts, and wanted to do everything that they did. Here, it was working out with a new app on Mali's phone.<br />
I love how Mariam is carefully copying her.<br />
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The girls were also very excited about Mali's ability to take selfies of them, and then decorate them with the virtual "stickers."<br />
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While the girls were taking selfies, Isaiah hung out on the couch. He loves being near everyone, although selfies weren't enough to motivate him to join the crowd. Snapchat that turns your face into a dog with a huge tongue might have.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="background: none;">Mariam's
natural default is laughter. Even when she's frustrated at something
“Mom, its NOT WERKING”, and I come over and show her she was
trying to put the wrong foot into the shoe, or screw it on backwards,
or something, she will burst into a musical chuckle at her mistake
“Oh, hahahaha...”. She laughs so much, at herself, at life, at
everything. She's a little ray of sunshine, a sliver of the joy of heaven.</span></span></div>
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When my sisters were here, I finally got out my sewing machine and sewed the first thing this year, this Eowyn-inspired dress for my awesome Rohan little sister.</div>
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I will post a longer write up on her dress (which was a dream come true for me to get to sew) HERE. (link will activate when I actually write it)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background: none;">Isaiah burst out with “I am so excited that soon I will be A MAN!”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background: none;">Sarah
Grace has got a loud, stubborn, dramatic disposition. If I am handing
out treats, she will yell with a size-defying volume until she is
properly included. At 13 months, she started toddling over at toothbrushing time
months ago to get her 8 teeth ceremoniously brushed, beaming all the
while. Then at water-time right after prayer, she will throw down her
bottle she was drinking a minute before, and toddle over, yelling,
until she gets a sip out of the cup like the big kids. It's a status
symbol.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background: none;">When
she started walking in earnest around 13 ½ months, she started
making this smile, bursting with pride at her accomplishments in
life. She toddled around throwing away stuffed animals, and throwing
toys in the recycle bin, relishing her new-found autonomy. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background: none;">At
15 months, she had mastered climbing onto the kitchen table, and trying
to go over the back of the couch. Thankfully she had a lot of
siblings who were good at grabbing onto a limb when Mommy was out of
reach....</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background: none;">She started before she was a year old, and continues at 18 months, to pat me on the back for about a minute after I take her out of the crib every morning. There's something about a tiny
little hand patting me on the back that just about melts my soul.</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background: none;">She
also enjoys slapping people in the face. We're still working on that....</span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Eight
weeks or so of having 5 ex-utero kids, when all the various aunts
flew back to their respective homes, I was feeling especially
out-manned and under-gunned that morning. Jenny wanted me to
take them to Sam's club to get blueberries, and get them all
icecream.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background: #ffffff;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">I
can't take you guys to Sam's club, because Mommy's on her own today”
I said.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Jenny
said (her voice deep with emotion) “God wiwl be wiv you. God wiwl
be wiv you at Sam's club, God wiwl be wiv all of us” </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">In
the last four months since then, we've figured this out. I wear the
baby and toss the other kids in the cart, willfully ignoring the
warning pictograms and muttering dire warnings at any child that
dares to stand up. I have discovered wearing a baby + 1 kid in the
car seat + 2 kids in the cart basket +1 kid helping push the cart
gets a lot of friendly comments/teasing from strangers :) I'm kind of
enjoying it at this point...because you may as well :)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Keziah, 3 years later, in the
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Isaiah's
been trying to get other people to wear his birthday present Templar
helmet. Often it catches me off guard, I will be picking up toys, or
trying to read a book, when suddenly the Templar helmet is being
carefully lowered over my face. Today, I was trying to grab a defiant
2 yr old nudist when suddenly my head was plunged into the darkness
of the Templar Helmet, as Isaiah patiently and insistently put it on
me every time I got it off. I finally gave up and continued my war
against public nudity as a knight.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Later
that day, I walked into the room and found Isaiah lovingly sticking
the Templar helmet onto Sarah. She was being a good sport about it
too. He was trying to get her to wave a little brush as well,
probably a weapon in his imagination. He kept patiently putting her
little fingers on it, trying to get her to hold it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Sarah is a good sport. This is her,
seconds after she managed to get it off</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">I was trying to
do math with the kids. First I attempted fractions with Isaiah. </span></span>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Isaiah,
if I had one cookie, and both Jenny and Keziah wanted it, what should
I do?” </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Isaiah
said, “Give it to me”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlMnBnifq_U/WdJxztMRzWI/AAAAAAAAHIE/T0p2s7QB6UwzJwIAG5M6S2swW4EXRHLQwCEwYBhgL/s1600/IMG_8714.JPG"><img align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="426" name="graphics8" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IlMnBnifq_U/WdJxztMRzWI/AAAAAAAAHIE/T0p2s7QB6UwzJwIAG5M6S2swW4EXRHLQwCEwYBhgL/s320/IMG_8714.JPG" width="640" /></a>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">I
tried division with Jenny. “If Isaiah, Jenny, Keziah, and Mariam
wanted cookies, and I had 8 cookies, what should I do?” </span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Give
everyone one cookie. If you gave more den one cookie [perperson] dat
would be dangerous. Dey could die of diabetes”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">I
bought a large pack of bulk pork for the time, scrutinizing price per
pound in the meat aisle. Jenny, curious, asked what it was “Pork
Butt” I read off the label. Jenny burst out, distressed “But
mommy! Animals do not wipe demselves!” </span></span>
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<span style="background: transparent;"> </span><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbSxA6k40fs/WdJr248lIxI/AAAAAAAAHIE/KUKbo9cvU30vbyTUV7ahcSdubwO06vDXwCEwYBhgL/s1600/IMG_2969.JPG"><img align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="640" name="graphics10" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KbSxA6k40fs/WdJr248lIxI/AAAAAAAAHIE/KUKbo9cvU30vbyTUV7ahcSdubwO06vDXwCEwYBhgL/s640/IMG_2969.JPG" width="426" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Of family discussion lately was how you can make the
rules in your own house, but can't make other people follow your
rules in their own houses. Later, Jenny came up to Josh and announced</span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Jenny
“When I gwow up, I wiww wive in an apartment with Keziah”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Keziah
“No, I wiww wive wiv Mariam”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Jenny
“I wiww wiv in an apartment wiv Keziah and Mariam”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">But
Keziah was firm, “No, I wiww wive wiv Mariam, and we wiww visit
you”</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Josh's
commentary to me, afterwards, “Apparently, Keziah chafes under the
yoke” Also, of Jenny, You can almost hear the wheels turning, [in
her head] she's trying to construct her own little fiefdom.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And then sometimes...I walk into a
room and they're sitting like this. I grabbed my camera ans
surreptitiously snapped a photo on zoom from the corner.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">So
this happened a while ago, but I had more pictures I didn't share
before. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;"> </span><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BhSbBPmoI/WdJpiiLeagI/AAAAAAAAHCY/VWM0n_2emH4vmPVPFfu83D8YaQiSt4B7gCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_7796.JPG"><img align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="426" name="graphics12" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1BhSbBPmoI/WdJpiiLeagI/AAAAAAAAHCY/VWM0n_2emH4vmPVPFfu83D8YaQiSt4B7gCLcBGAs/s640/IMG_7796.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Mariam
singlehandedly willed the Penguins to victory, I think by her
insistence on wearing her "Pen-whins Shut" and her ecstatic
joy when anyone else wore one too.</span></span></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="background: transparent;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">(I
did a lot of freezer-paper stenciling, After cutting 4 stencils, I
can now cut out a t-shirt sized penguins stencil in 20 minutes. The
penguins-logo is one of my skills in life. A practical one as the
Sadar household isn't going to change hockey loyalties probably for
at least a hundred years, given Josh's father and his father before
him have been Penguins fans, and Josh has been rooting for them since
4. Train up a child in the way he should go....)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">What a great Playoffs beard you
have, grandpa!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">the 2nd and 4th generation of fan </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Jenny said to me
“Mommy, I do not want you to die before I'm grown up” I agreed
heartily with that. A few minutes later, she added “If you die, ven
Daddy wiwl have to stay home to take care of us, and we wiwl have no
money.” </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">She is, ever
practical.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jenny always likes figuring things out</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">She told me, "I em glad You mawwied Daddy." </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">I am too, Jenny <3 </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I'm always highlighting the visiting
relatives, so I thought I ought to put up a few pictures of the
relatives who currently reside in AZ.</span></div>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzrRLqUxMiI/WdJqAZP_UOI/AAAAAAAAHIE/xJdo3KWW32QbbY-3pkzeL-9_FPvTVTz3gCEwYBhgL/s1600/IMG_0726.JPG"><img align="BOTTOM" border="0" height="426" name="graphics18" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzrRLqUxMiI/WdJqAZP_UOI/AAAAAAAAHIE/xJdo3KWW32QbbY-3pkzeL-9_FPvTVTz3gCEwYBhgL/s640/IMG_0726.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Hearing about Phoenix's amazing summers, Aunt
Leah moved to the valley of the sun in time for the uniquely
characteristic weather. She is now being rewarded with the fall. The
kids love flipping through my picture album, extorting childhood
memories from Leah's precise memory. They now know more about my
childhood than I do, and correct me when I get the details wrong.
Mariam will plead for "Doh-wies 'bout when you wuh uh gil"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Aunt Cathy and Josh in deep political discussion. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I hope all my kids get beautiful
Sadar eyebrows...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">With Grandma</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">A friend at church gave us flowers, and this is the
girls idea of posing with flowers. Mariam could not contain her
excitement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The little girls were in the room playing
dolls. I realized I had left the sleeping baby on the bed. I ran in,
to find this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Mariam, I think, determined Sarah Grace needed a baby
doll.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Keziah continues to fight entropy, restoring order to
the galaxy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">At least there weren't stuck in a row on the toilet
seat this time. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Sarah continues to win hearts and minds with her
sweet and stubborn ways.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Jenny, in a prototype of a photoshoot for our space
western animated show.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">
</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">I read this book "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/These-are-Generations-Eric-Foley/dp/0615678351/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507250913&sr=8-1&keywords=these+are+the+generations"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto auto;">These are the Generations</span></a></span>" written by some people that have
escaped, and have been thinking of/praying for my ancestral home of
North Korea a lot lately. <a href="https://chubbicsblog.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/north-korea/">(my clonesums up my feelings)<span style="background-color: white;"></span></a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Jenny, I think overhearing some of my conversations,
announced, with shining eyes. “Mom, I have an <i><b>idea.</b></i> I
wiww go to Souf Korea and dig a tunnel, and let all the goodguys
escape. And when all the goodguys escaped, I wiww put the dirt back
in.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I was psychoanalyzing my
wardrobe choices wondering if I should stick with a more feminine
classy look, or go for a more rugged look that makes me feel kind of
strong, but then, was that foolish of me? I was rambling all this to
Josh while he was at his computer. When I finally finished, I asked
if he had any opinion on the matter, and he said “sorry, I'm locked
in combat on the Deathstar”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Mariam
was standing on her bed at bedtime, holding a doll. Josh reminded her
to lie down. “But I nursing duh baby” she said. </span></span>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">You
can nurse while lying down” he pointed out. </span></span>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">I
burping duh baby” she said.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">turning two, with her penguins
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<span style="font-size: medium;">While it was just family at Mariam's
party, a Pteradactyl also made an appearance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">I
was feeling down worrying about something after dinner, I was sitting
at the table, so I put my head down, resting my forehead on the edge
of the table as I prayed. All of a sudden, thrust into my view (of
looking into my lap) was Mariam's jubilant face saying triumphantly
“I found you!!!” she had climbed under the table, and surprised
cute-attacked me. I think I will call it “Ambushed by Hope”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">She
added more thoughtfully “Mom, why you sad?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">When
she laughs, its impossible to be sad. Mariam Hope is so much joy and
personality packaged into a gangly golden-headed toddler.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">If
I accidentally call another kid “my pumpkin,” Mariam appears out
of the floorboards. “No, I your punk'n angel”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">The
kids love skyping their aunt Sarah, and showing her their newest toys
& art projects. </span></span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Jenny (like her mother) voiced a desire to look
like "Pwincess Kate." Since the Duchess of Cambridge seems
to wear a lot of classy dresses and pillbox hats, here is our
attempt. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Isaiah gets along really well with the baby. Perhaps
it is her tolerance of Templar Helmets, or her easy going nature and
her laughing over his antics. Or perhaps it is is his gentleness for
babies. Anyways, they are becoming good friends. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Sarah is such a little sweetheart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Jenny and I can ram heads a lot. But she did
make me this card one evening, and interpreted it for me. "It
says SORRY FOR DOING BAD FINGS. Dat's what duh F is for"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">SRREF=Sorry for doing bad Fings</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">A few
nights ago, I was singing 'Jesus loves me' at night “We are weak,
but He is strong”, Jenny interrupted me. “We are not aww weak. It
means </span><i><span style="background: transparent;">compared to God</span></i><span style="background: transparent;">
we are weak” then she added, just so we knew which side of the line
she fell on, “I am not weak, I am stwong.” But conceded, for
right theology's sake “But </span><i><span style="background: transparent;">compared
to God </span></i><span style="background: transparent;">I am weak”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">This picture says a lot about Jenny
and Isaiah's relationship</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Daddy is good at multitasking</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Mariam
is very free with confessions, referring to herself in the third
person. </span></span>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Who
spilled water all over the floor?” </span></span>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Mawiam”
she announces cheerfully.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Who
got into the graham crackers?” </span></span>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Mawiam!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Who
drew marker all over the mirror?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">MAWIAM!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Only
there seems to be a little too much pride in it, as if she is signing
her name to her work.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Mariam is devoted mommy to her
dolls. She keeps adopting pillows and corn bags and transforming
them into her "babies"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">As
a fresh-faced parent, I critiqued my beloved Donut man's “O B E Y,
Obey your mom and dad!” as a little too heavy on the
[brainwashing/obedience] elements. Now, as 4 kids happily bunjee jump
off the couch, my attitude is completely changed to enthusiastic
approval of that wonderful song. Which is great, because Mariam, who
loves loves all things Donut man, and has latched with particular
enthusiasm onto that song. She gets all the words perfectly, as she
belts out “O! B! E! Y! Odey yo' mom an' dad!” punctuating each
syllable with a jubliant jump on the couch or bed. I think she's
being secretly ironic.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Here they are in a wagon pulled by their ponies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Keziah loves ordering their vast tribe of ponies in
all their "beds." She has been expanding the family wither
her little eagle eyes in thrift stores, and is my own little pony
radar, sighting them hidden under lots of other things at Goodwill. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Keziah also has a more militant side, and
frequently tries to look like Sabine Wren from Rebels Season One
(haven't seen the other seasons yet), with her fearsome double
blasters.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">She is very pleased with herself,
and how terrifying she looks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">There's been a desire to be more Korean lately.
Jenny has been voicing her desire to become a Korean when she grows
up, and we have been going to Korean class together. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Kuzzles
came up to me and showed me the cover of “Love you forever”
(quite a blood-freezing portrayal of plausible toddler badness).</span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Dis
is wike somefing Mawiam would do” she said, loftily.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">After
a quick glance to ascertain Mariam wasn't in the room, I agreed,
“Yes,” feeling guilty that I was ritually denouncing the
newly-minted two-year-old in an effort to convince Keziah that such
badness was 'so last year,' and completely beneath her cool
three-year-old self.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">She
skipped off into the next room (where Mariam was), book still in
hand. Then I overheard Keziah's gleeful voice emanating from the
room, </span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Mawiam,
do you want to do vis?" </span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Me: “OK,
there's iced tea on the floor, someone was trying to get some out of
the fridge...” </span></span><br />
<span style="background: transparent;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Isaiah
piped up “A boy accidentally spilled some” (as the only possessor
of a Y chromosome in the house during work-hours, this was a
sufficient confession)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Isaiah has been enjoying his lego time and (on
wednesdays and saturdays) his LORD OF DUH RINGS COMPUTER GAME time
with Daddy. When we were engaged I tried to convince Josh to toss the
LOTR-inspired game as I found computer games inherently...unpoetic?
But on this side of Wings of Liberty I guess Josh won that debate.
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Anyways, he's only playing Battle for Middle
Earth II, so its not giving away any of the plot of the book, beyond
who the goodguys and the badguys are. I never thought my kid's first
ideas of Middle Earth would be from a computer game. But at least it
is while sitting in Daddy's lap. And now he thinks Glorfindel is
really cool :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">This is what happens late at night with a camera and
a baby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Jenny and Keziah watching RWBY's red trailer, in
which a girl defeats a horde of wolves. I could watch it 100 times,
it feels like all that is good vs the darkness. I noticed when
Keziah's a little scared, Jenny will put her arm around her.</span><br />
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">When
I gwow up, if I don't get mawwied, you can sleep wiv me”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">Mommy
will still need to sleep with Daddy”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background: transparent;">“<span style="font-size: medium;">It's
going to be a bunkbed.....its going to be a triplet bed. There wiwl
be me, and two old people. Because you wiwl be old when I gwow up.”
~ Jenny</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Jenny walked in, just somehow
nailing the 20s look---shapeless dropped waist dress, long
necklece, headband, even the pose....I have no idea how, as I
don't have anything remotely 20s in the book/movie/clothes
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<span style="background: transparent;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Puzz
being a fairy. </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Me showing off my Winter Soldier make-up job (a.k.a.
what happens if you put on mascara and get in a waterfight), while
Keziah drinks some contraband soda in the background.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">Jenny
climbed up the wall after watching America Ninja Warrior. It ate
Kuzzles up that she couldn't do it, but I explained once she gains a
couple inches she can too. She is so excited when Jenny does it,
dancing about in admiration.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background: transparent;">I also found
Isaiah being his own commentator, as he repeatedly fell off the rail
of the bed saying “I couldn't hold on to the sammander! [sic Salmon
Ladder] I fell into the water!”</span> </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Lately, we've had a new photographer in the
house. I am a little less protective of my pocket camera, now that I
have the DSLR, thus enabling this budding artist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">A sampling of her work</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">She really likes to experiment with the macro
setting, and the flash is a big favorite </span>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I call this sampling "Entropy in the early
21st century."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The photographer in action.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">These pictures were taken in May. I never got
round to posting them before. It is what my ideal childhood for my
children is....</span><br />
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Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-55307696271654787752017-09-18T20:18:00.001-07:002017-09-18T20:33:28.421-07:00Update on the KidsHi Everyone! So, um, its been awhile. I have made a new resolution to post more often because <strike>the hordes of dissapointed readers </strike>my twin is agitating for the internet to be blessed with more pictures of the 5 amazing small human beings who happen to all live under my roof.<br />
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Sarah Grace is fitting into the family. Yesterday, I came up to find Mariam lovingly inserting a grape into Sarah's mouth. I broke up the party, and took away the grape. Sarah was unfazed, and smiled her huge wide little smile---in which her chubby cheeks just widen out even more---and another grape<br />
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A couple nights ago, we started having the kids pray more regularly. Their prayers were very...them.<br />
Isaiah prayed his heartfelt (now stock) prayer, "Dear God, help us not to die! Amen!"<br />
Sociable Jenny's was along the lines of "Dear God, thank you for a good day. Thank you for a good story. [Josh is reading them Laura Ingalls Wilder's <u>Farmer Boy</u>] I wiked the story, because Almanzo's pumpkin won. Amen" Jenny is a fan of winning competitions.<br />
On introverted Keziah's turn, there was an intense silence for 60 seconds, and then a quiet "Amen". "I PRAYED" she announced joyously.<br />
Mariam attempted a synthesis prayer from her two oldest siblings. "Dear God, Denk yoo not die, Amen"<br />
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....because nothing says America like Cap's shield and a lightsaber.<br />
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Keziah, "Mom...I WUV YOU SO MUCH!!!" <br />
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She also loves to read about Princess Pinecone in <u>The Princess and the Pony</u><br />
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Isaiah continues to bond with Daddy over Calvin and Hobbes. A book of his father and his father before him.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Mariam, the early bird, likes to wake up and have breakfast with Daddy before Mommy is up. Her favorite request is “Tram Trackers en miwwk” (Graham Crackers in milk)</span><br />
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We got a pretty good one. She's so good, easy tempered, sweet, and graces us with her bright-eyed wide smile, very often.<br />
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Isaiah carefully tucked them in, and then said "I put all the Sith Knights to bed"<br />
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<br />Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06132139747413662413noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736700727041443935.post-69964984328064346322017-05-06T16:54:00.001-07:002017-05-06T17:07:22.491-07:00Introducing Sarah Grace (picture edition)I'm still writing up her birthstory, and the adventures we had along the way. I hope to post that soon, but because it was such a big adventure, it's taking a bit of time to write.<br />
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She smiles more than the other babies
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She is skeptical of photo shoots, I
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Here she is in this composition which I
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Here is the full set, in the order that
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Now we see she exhausted herself and
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Really smiled!</div>
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And then, woke up, suspicious of being
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Mariam gives her a lot of kisses. A
LOT. Mariam shouts “Tkiss Baby!!” And fights her way across Mom's
restraining arm to plant a peanut-buttered kiss on the baby. There are still some mixed emotions. but over all, she kisses Sarah a lot more
than she tries to smack her.<br />
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"BABY TOES!!" she yells.
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Keziah loves her too. She likes to ask "May I tupport baby's HEAD!" which translated, means she wants to hold the baby under supervision. "Hold the baby" became synonymous with "support baby's head."<br />
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They keep being fascinated by her toes.<br />
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Jenny likes holding the baby. I think she is happy about Sarah's entrance into our family, given that she recently announced to me "Mom, I am praying that God gives you ANOTHER BABY!"</div>
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Isaiah loves her. He calls her “Sarah
Grace” and can't fall asleep if she's not in her crib in his room.
Nce I found him still awake near midnight, outside the door of our
room, saying “now can I have sarah race?” After she was deposited
in her crib, he was out in 5 minutes. Then we retrieved her for her
all night feedings....</div>
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He spends probably at least an hour
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He also tries to get her to pull his nose, as that is what happens to little Critter when he meets his sister (New Baby by Mercer Myers). So far Sarah has no interest in pulling his nose, so he has to help her do it.
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She only cries when she's hungry. She's
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Here she is, soon after her birth, in
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Another attempted sibling photoshoot...</div>
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"Isaiah, smile!"<br />
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"Ok, you can look at the baby"<br />
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Mariam attempting another kiss...<br />
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I had promised skittles for sitting still. After 2 minutes Mariam requests that Mommy makes good on her promise....<br />
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That living room worthy Walmart canvas print is still going to have to wait...</div>
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Here she is with some more flowers...</div>
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Mariam kissing her again...</div>
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My intrepid sister-in-law stayed with
us for the first 3 weeks, wrangling the kids and the house so I got
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Then we had some out of town Aunts &
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Here she is with my clone.</div>
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Mariam kissing her again.</div>
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The Two Sarahs</div>
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The Two Sarahs, Easter Edition...<br />
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I think Mariam attempting another lunge and kiss...</div>
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My mom visiting.</div>
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I had to include this one because it
brought back so many memories of my childhood. Mom collapsed on the
couch with the baby, while a toddler comes with requests. (I only
really appreciate what she did now that I am the mom collapsed on the
couch....)</div>
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Here Keziah is trying to reinsert the reading glasses on
Grandmommy, I think in a tacit request for more stories.</div>
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Here is the perfect blogger mom,
glamorous and put-together, while she escorts her 4 kids across the
church parking lot.
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Only that the perfect blogger mom with
four kids isn't 16....</div>
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My little sister Mali handles the
little mob of kids like a pro. Basically, I hope to be like her when
I grow up :)</div>
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Thank you so much for all your love,
all your encouragement, all your prayers for this little one, along
these past months. Thank you, so, incredibly, much.</div>
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She is our miracle. </div>
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Her birth psalm, that I said to her when she was first born.</div>
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<i><span class="text Ps-46-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">God is our refuge<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14616A" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14616A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> and strength,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14616B" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14616B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">an ever-present<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14616C" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14616C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> help<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14616D" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14616D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> in trouble.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14616E" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14616E" title="See cross-reference E">E</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-46-2" id="en-NIV-14617" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">Therefore we will not fear,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14617F" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14617F" title="See cross-reference F">F</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> though the earth give way<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14617G" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14617G" title="See cross-reference G">G</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-2" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">and the mountains fall<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14617H" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14617H" title="See cross-reference H">H</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> into the heart of the sea,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14617I" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14617I" title="See cross-reference I">I</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-46-3" id="en-NIV-14618" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">though its waters roar<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14618J" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14618J" title="See cross-reference J">J</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> and foam<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14618K" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14618K" title="See cross-reference K">K</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-3" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">and the mountains quake<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14618L" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14618L" title="See cross-reference L">L</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> with their surging.<span class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-NIV-14618c" data-link="[<a href="#fen-NIV-14618c" title="See footnote c">c</a>]" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; 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box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-4" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">the holy place where the Most High<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14619P" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14619P" title="See cross-reference P">P</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> dwells.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14619Q" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14619Q" title="See cross-reference Q">Q</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-46-5" id="en-NIV-14620" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">God is within her,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14620R" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14620R" title="See cross-reference R">R</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> she will not fall;<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14620S" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14620S" title="See cross-reference S">S</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-5" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">God will help<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14620T" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14620T" title="See cross-reference T">T</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> her at break of day.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-46-6" id="en-NIV-14621" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">Nations<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14621U" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14621U" title="See cross-reference U">U</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> are in uproar,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14621V" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14621V" title="See cross-reference V">V</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> kingdoms<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14621W" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14621W" title="See cross-reference W">W</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> fall;</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-6" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">he lifts his voice,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14621X" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14621X" title="See cross-reference X">X</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> the earth melts.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14621Y" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14621Y" title="See cross-reference Y">Y</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; 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<i><span class="text Ps-46-8" id="en-NIV-14623" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">Come and see what the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span> has done,<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14623AD" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14623AD" title="See cross-reference AD">AD</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-8" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">the desolations<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14623AE" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14623AE" title="See cross-reference AE">AE</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> he has brought on the earth.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-46-9" id="en-NIV-14624" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">He makes wars<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14624AF" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14624AF" title="See cross-reference AF">AF</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> cease</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">to the ends of the earth.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-46-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">He breaks the bow<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14624AG" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14624AG" title="See cross-reference AG">AG</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> and shatters the spear;</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">he burns the shields<span class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-NIV-14624d" data-link="[<a href="#fen-NIV-14624d" title="See footnote d">d</a>]" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> with fire.<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14624AH" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14624AH" title="See cross-reference AH">AH</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-46-10" id="en-NIV-14625" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14625AI" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14625AI" title="See cross-reference AI">AI</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; 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<i><span class="text Ps-46-11" id="en-NIV-14626" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">The <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span> Almighty is with us;</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-46-11" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">the God of Jacob<span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-NIV-14626AK" data-link="(<a href="#cen-NIV-14626AK" title="See cross-reference AK">AK</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span> is our fortress</span></span></i></div>
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