Aa on our Apayao trip:
Mama, the bus was not cool.
Why?
We stayed there too long.
(11 hours)
Monday, May 20, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Hey diddle, diddle
I first learned to recite the poem when I was 3 or 4.
So I taught my youngest son one night, with all the lights off, on a rainy night...
I recited the poem -
Hey diddle, diddle,
the cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
And the little dog laughed to see
such a sport
Me: Ok now, you follow me.
Hey diddle diddle
Aa: Hey diddle diddle
Me: The cat and the fiddle
Aa: The cat and the fiddle
Me: The cow jumped over the moon
Aa: (looked bewildered)
Me: The cow jumped over the moon
Aa: Ma, there's no moon, it's raining
Me: Oh, yes, but it's just part of the poem
Aa: (and he really can't say it)
Me: Sige na baby, the cow jumped over the moon
Aa: Ma, the cow can't jump! It's just eating grass. It's the horse that jumps
I didn't know a very simple poem can be so complicated .
So I taught my youngest son one night, with all the lights off, on a rainy night...
I recited the poem -
Hey diddle, diddle,
the cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
And the little dog laughed to see
such a sport
Me: Ok now, you follow me.
Hey diddle diddle
Aa: Hey diddle diddle
Me: The cat and the fiddle
Aa: The cat and the fiddle
Me: The cow jumped over the moon
Aa: (looked bewildered)
Me: The cow jumped over the moon
Aa: Ma, there's no moon, it's raining
Me: Oh, yes, but it's just part of the poem
Aa: (and he really can't say it)
Me: Sige na baby, the cow jumped over the moon
Aa: Ma, the cow can't jump! It's just eating grass. It's the horse that jumps
I didn't know a very simple poem can be so complicated .
Stop over and computer games
Mama, why are we here?
Stop over baby. We go down and eat.
Why? It is where we get some energy?
Yes.
Then we fill up our ammo?
Ok, so that does it. No playing computer games when I am not around.
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Thursday, May 02, 2013
Habakkuk 3:17-19
Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.
The Sovereign Lord is my strength;
he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
he enables me to tread on the heights.
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