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Name: Nate & Hannah
Location: Moscow, Idaho, United States
Interests: Thinking, talking, reading, writing, walking, sleeping, eating, drinking (all kinds), smoking (some kinds), populating (the world), one-anothering (in the most perichoretic sense of the word).
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|Judah always asks to go for a walk when it's raining, one of the many "inconvenient" things about him that I love. We bundled his little sister into her purple fleece bodysuit and crammed her into the bjorn, . Rubber boots, camo rain jacket, out the door. It had stopped by the time we made it out the door, excepting a few tardy droplets. We did the usual thing - checked out the bird bath (more full of pebbles placed there last year than water), watched the cars, walked down the sidewalk toward "D" street and Judah's favorite puddle (tubble) which returns with every rain. Not too many signs of the (supposedly) coming spring. Then, true to form, the request to go in the backyard.|
We kicked the tigger ball around, went down the damp slide, ran around in circles. In between requests to "goin' down the s[l]ide?" and "run circles, Mama?", I looked around at the flower beds and garden boxes, taking inventory of what needs to be done to get them into shape for the growing season. I was surprised at what I saw. Namely, signs of life. The leaves of some of the perennials have already emerged, pushing their green fingers through the earth to receive whatever sunlight there is. There are the beginnings of buds on the cherry tree, some of the twigs on the pear tree have greened.
All of this, right when it seems spring will never come. More than that, all of this has been on its way since everything browned, bowed and died in the fall. The bulb's leaves were planning their return before I had even tired of winter. The cherry buds were thinking about their resurrection while covered in snow during Advent. For all of my complaining and impatience, it appears that I didn't begin them nearly soon enough for them to be timely. The flower beds and fruit trees are more eager than I am for the resurrection and renewal. They anticipate Easter before we enter Lent. And their impatience out strips mine; they cannot contain their desire to be reborn.
A Little Bit of This and That
Winter is almost gone, we hope. Although we awoke to a dusting of snow, it was gone by the time we left for church this morning. Some of the braver bulb flowers have worked their way through the ground, crocuses mostly. Let's hope they make it long enough to bloom.
We've got big plans for the garden(s) this year. Kitchen herbs, flowers and hydrangea in front, vegetables in back. Apparently, Idaho has been changed to a zone 5-6 from a 7-8. Exciting news for us Moscow gardeners. However, its been a cold winter, so I'm not sure that we'll actually get a longer growing season.
The kiddos are wonderful. Ada finds her older brother very entertaining. And he is. The other day, Judah asked Nathaniel to peel an orange for him. Nathaniel did, and when he was done, he called to Judah in the next room and told him his orange was ready. Judah responded, rather casually, "Don't care, don't want it." He changed his mind after his father made him eat a couple slices. Judah is very fond of serving "cake" (whatever happens to be in his hands at the time) to everyone. When it runs out, he says "Make more," walks into the kitchen, and returns seconds later proclaiming "Back, more!" Ada is still a sweet little thing and is working on rolling. She's very interested in everything that goes on around her and laughs at her big brother when he chatters at her. I think they're forming an alliance . . . a little people alliance.
Today at Church, Judah opened the bulletin he was holding and very piously said "Bible. God. Amen." He then closed the bulletin and continued eating the goldfish he had placed on his chair.
P.S. There are some new photos and videos on the photoblog. Enjoy.
Could Be Worse
Okay, so it's been two months since my optimistic post . . . two months is better than nine.
We had a wonderful Christmas in PA with almost the entire Stevenson clan, excepting the Josh Stevensons. Twelve out of sixteen - not bad. No snow. Nathaniel bemoaned yet another missed opportunity to have his first white Christmas. It's bound to happen one of these times.
Here's a quick update:
Judah is active, happy, healthy and adding to his vocabulary daily. He is steadily working his way toward complete sentences, mostly squishing several words into one: "puddindat" (put in that), "goindat" (go in that), "wherego?" "I no know,""hold you," "hold Judah," and so on. He loves looking at his alphabet cards and says "A - Apple" when he sees someone He's a big fan of Ada.
Ada recently weighed in at 13 pounds . . . mostly in her cheeks, although her legs are starting to plump up. She is very smiley and appears to take a rather comical outlook on life - a trait she inherited from her father. Christmas was very good to her wardrobe.
We hope you are all well and that you receive God's blessing this next year.
Love, The Wolffs
P.S. There are some new pictures on our photoblog. Enjoy!
It's Been A While
We've been busy/lazy/are just now recovering from a freak accident which left all twenty of our fingers broken, rendering us useless in all forms of web communication. Take your pick.
Ada Marie is four weeks old tomorrow and Judah Kenneth is 18 months today (Uncle Seth's 9th and Grammy S.'s . . . we won't say). We are healthy, happy, and hoping to start paying attention to this site again. We'll see. Does anyone even read blogs anymore, or have they been left in the dust for MySpace and Facebook? Whatever. This requires the formulation of sentences, something some of us need to do with more regularity. Besides, the grandparents need pictures of and anecdotes about their grandchildren. Here's to the old folks on the coasts. We love you guys.