Last night George made chili. It was quite tasty and altogether satisfying, except for one tiny episode. There the three of us sat, spooning dainty mouthfuls of steaming chili into our dainty mouths, when Jacob suddenly stiffened, slammed his spoon down, and bellowed, “Bad bean!” If there’s one thing Jacob doesn’t like, it’s dropping food […]
Because some people have been asking . . . Jacob’s Song ♥
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Jacob and I spent Saturday in Dallas at a Friends of Hope Day Camp for brain injury survivors, sponsored by Baylor Rehab. Jacob attended as a camper. I’d agreed to speak and sing. When we arrived I looked at the schedule. They’d given me the last thirty minutes. Public speaking is supposedly one of the
We make up lots of songs around here. They sort of serve as an original sound track for life. I have to confess, though, the main reason I like to do this is Jacob. A couple nights ago we were about to eat dinner, but he was having a little strong-willed moment and refusing to
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We started singing to Jacob before he was born, and we never stopped. By the time he could lisp a few words, he sang along. We soon developed a game. I would sing all but the last word in a line of a song, and he would supply the missing word. “Stand up, stand up
As I’ve mentioned before, movie viewing is an interactive sport for Jacob. If the characters in a court scene all rise, he rises. If someone asks a question, he answers it. If they pray, he closes his eyes and bows his head. This evening Jacob was watching the Civil War flick, Gods and Generals. I
Four weeks ago today, four bombs exploded in London. Two weeks ago today, four more bombing attempts failed. Today London is on high alert for terrorist activity. According to an online news article I just read, they’ve launched one of the most expensive police campaigns ever. Today. Grace arrived in London about 12 hours ago.
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While we were in Seattle we drove up to Queen Anne and visited Brett, the Tea Man. (Click his name for a story I wrote about him in November, 2004). Brett prepared some Wen Shan Bao Zhong tea for our tasting pleasure. He described it as a low oxidized tea that’s classified as an oolong,
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This evening Jacob and I dined alone. I thought you might enjoy a transcript of our conversation: I bless the food and start eating. He sits there staring at his plate. Me: Aren’t you going to eat? Jacob: I can’t without help. Me: Yes, you can. You do it all the time. Jacob: My muscle
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. . . you can casually tap a spider with your Birkenstock-clad foot–a black spider that’s dashing across the hardwood floor toward the dark recesses under your bed (the bed you crawl into barefoot every night)–and you can lean over and clearly see the red hourglass on its belly, and you can grab a tissue
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