Solomonisms

He calls toothpaste "poop paste".

Solo going solo.

Solomon has taken over the evening prayer. His vocabulary Is excellent, but at times his delivery can't keep up with his thoughts. His prayer tonight sounded something like this,
"God.. lurrlurrlurrlurr M'n'M's lurlurlur zoo animals lurrlurrlurr awesome blublublublu AgghhhHHH. Ayyyyymen."

Psalm

The hero falls; her face is in the grass; her nose is pressed to the earth. The smell of soil, the breeze brings the scent of wild flowers that bloom right where their seed is sown. Natural, that this hero should be face down before the Lord. He is mighty and He has taught her the joys and contentments, the truths and the humilities. He has given her the pale reflections of His greatness. She calls upon Him and He has come, such is His faithfulness. She prostrates herself, so overwhelmed by the feeling of grace, that she was given something so monumental, so everlasting. The hero cannot speak, nor stand. The Lord is beautiful, terrifying, constant. Her ears are full of the voices around her; the chorus of praise resounds forever in the design of Creation. Trees move, rustled by air. Heart moved, reborn by grace.

Date afternoon

Our date and one of the darlings we came home to.

Classic films.

Just watched High Society. Watched Grace Kelly drink, makeout with everyone, drink and drive, and drink more, and get away with it because she's drunk and it's the 60's.

Then it ended and I lay here wishing I could watch another movie. Then I remembered. I'm an adult! I can do whatever I want! This realization was followed by maniacal laughter and a viewing of The Court Jester.

Quotes of the day

"Sometimes things need to be silly, so they're interesting." -Marley

"Our garbage can's name is Bob." -Lucy

"Look at this river. It smells like poop, but it looks nice." -Marley

To the tiger in the zoo, Madeline said "poo, poo."

We were driving over the Hopple bridge this morning.

Solomon: Choo choo bridge!

Me: Yeah! Choo choo bridge!

Solomon: No mommy. I not talking to you. Talking to Marley. Marley, choo choo bridge!

Marley: Why do you have to be talking to me?

Oh boy.

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Jenny's dog Buco died this morning. Feeling pretty bummed for her.

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Rewriting is like admitting defeat and triumphing over evil at the same time.

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My academic semester is over. Just have to finish up with my co-op then a two week break. I don't know if this break will do my spirit good or ill.

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I have had a cold or allergies since January 7th. At this point, I'm mad about it.

Lament

If you fall in love with all your ideas, you're in trouble. Some of them need to allowed to slip away gracefully, without shame or regrets.

Revision, revision, revision.