Thursday, February 26, 2009

A Note from Alaina

Greetings, blog friends! I just wanted to say a quick thank you for your kind interest in my life and progress.

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Thank you also for your kind comments. Mommy won't read them to me, because she's afraid I'll get a big head, and my head is big enough already. It's actually rather heavy, I have difficulties keeping it under control at times.

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I'm keeping busy, with a full schedule on most days. I've been doing some research into the principle of cause and effect.

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I have noticed recently that when my hand comes in contact with a stationary toy, it moves in proportion with the amount of force exerted. This has some interesting connotations which I would like to follow up on.

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Unfortunately, my Mother continually interrupts my studies for highly unnecessary cleaning sessions. She is, I regret to say, somewhat of a monomaniac on that topic.

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For example, only yesterday, when I was in the midst of some most important observations, I was whisked away. For what, you ask? A pressing interview? A national crisis? No, a bath. It's so provoking!

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Of course I voiced my objections in the most forcible manner, although I must admit that splashing one's feet in warm water is not altogether unpleasant.

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This whole changing of clothing, however, is an experience I totally abhor. Altogether, the experience is an exhausting waste of time and energy.

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Despite these trials, I wish to assure you all that I remain in good health and spirits. I will keep you posted on the progress of my research. Have a lovely day!

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Sincerely yours, Alaina

Monday, February 23, 2009

Quote of the Week: Reading and Thinking


People who love literature have at least part of their minds immune from indoctrination. If you read, you can learn to think for yourself. - Doris Lessing

One Happy Year Ago . . .



February 23, 2008

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My heart overflows with grateful delight as I reflect on the treasure God has given me in my husband!.




One year of coming to a deeper appreciation of his continual thoughtfulness, his strength in standing for what is right, and that awareness and pleasure in simple blessings that makes every day with him so delightful!




The Lord hath done great things for us, wherefore we are glad! Psalm 126:3

Friday, February 20, 2009

Ever feel like someone's looking over your shoulder?

Tuesday, February 17, 2009


I set Angel Baby on the couch the other day and snapped a few pictures.

Alaina is all worn out from working at her current hobbies: ceiling fan watching, mobile inspection, face scrutinizing and toy whacking.

Newly developed talents include making eye contact and smiling, and laughing in her sleep. It is SO sweet!

Speaking of sweet . . .

My Beloved made me dinner for Valentines Day. We had the most delightful (and delicious!) dinner together in the candle lit comfort of our own little home.

Thank you so much Sweetheart! I can't express how grateful I am to be your wife. I am a blessed woman! - GJ

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Winter, Spring and a Very Strange Thing

We seem to have had a lot of weather confusion lately. In just a few weeks we've gone from frigid with snow to 60s and flood watches. A snug house and relaxed schedule makes it all very fun to watch!


While it was snowing and blowing outside, I've been enjoying our own little taste of spring - the paperwhite bulbs that Kyle is forcing. It's amazing how quickly they grow and how they seek the light. When a tropical vacation is not in the picture, a bit of green indoors does wonders!

Which brings me to our little domestic mystery . . .


While sitting on the couch one evening, Kyle noticed a new and very unpleasant odor. After sniffing around a bit, he concluded that a diaper must have leaked on the blanket he was using, and banished it from the couch for washing.

The next day, while the blanket was tumbling in the dryer, Kyle sat down on the couch and noticed the same strong smell. Over the next few days we hauled up the couch cushions, investigated the carpet, and began to fear that mice were leaving odiferous gifts in our heating system. Finally, on a lunch break, Kyle went on a tour of investigation and returned with the culprit - the paperwhite blossoms!

Lovely as they are, on first opening they have a strong and not especially pleasant smell which became quite noticeable in our little house. We were both happy to find the source, and I was so relieved to learn that it didn't have to be washed! ;-) 

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

We're back.

As you can see, between a little bout with illness (us adults) and computer issues, we haven't posted much. It's good to be back on our feet in both areas!

Miss Alaina is up to ten pounds - who needs to do weight lifting? I will refrain from reporting on the weights of the rest of the household. ;-)

I am feeling great, however, and looking pretty good considering that I haven't started exercising yet. I'm not in my normal clothes yet, but boy to I feel skinny!

She's gained a few inches, putting her on the tall end of the scale for her age. Surprise, surprise!

And we've finally made it to church! It was great to see everyone and get that spiritual nourishment again. I also had fun dressing Alaina up - It's great to be girly!

Big stuff!

Saturday, February 7, 2009

There was a little girl . . .


. . . Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead.




And when she was good,

She was very, very good;

And when she was bad,

She was horrid.


Anyone know the title of that famous poem? It's  the little girl's name. Any guesses?

A. Lucy

B. Charlotte

C. Jemima

D. Mary