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This morning, Grace came into our bedroom at seven am on the dot. This is when she is “allowed” to wake us up. She came in holding two of the last three glow sticks.

In the past, I have controlled how many and when she gets to activate them, so as not to have 25 going at once. This time, however, she helped herself to the three remaining sticks (and kindly gave one of the three to Ava).

She said to me “Dada, the tube [holding the sticks] was empty and we needed to throw it away, so I turned these on.” We call the logic Effect and Cause, and it works great when time is going backwards or you are four years old.

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Caleb Marlan Walker

** UPDATE **

Sally and I have different reasons for liking the name (or I maybe I am wrong). But I have always loved the story of Caleb and Joshua being the only among the scouts of 12 tribes that had faith when faced with the armies of the Canaanites. As a result, the Children of Isreal wandered for 40 years, and of those who originally left Egypt, only Caleb and Joshua were permitted to enter the promised land.

6 ¶ And ^aJoshua the son of Nun, and Caleb the son of Jephunneh, which were of them that searched the land, rent their clothes:

7 And they spake unto all the company of the children of Israel, saying, The land, which we passed through to search it, is an exceeding good land.

8 If the Lord delight in us, then he will bring us into this land, and give it us; a land which floweth with milk and honey.

9 Only ^arebel not ye against the Lord, neither fear ye the people of the land; for they are bread for us: their defence is departed from them, and the Lord is with us: ^bfear them not.

24 But my servant ^aCaleb, because he had another spirit with him, and hath ^bfollowed me fully, him will I ^cbring into the land whereinto he went; and his seed shall possess it.

At 12:50 PM.

He was 6 lbs 11 oz and 20 inches, but doesn’t have a name yet.

He has nice sized berries to go with his twig.

Let the fun begin.

Ava now falls victim to the “Don’t [fill in with what you want Ava to do],” which she immediately does. So lately, the only way I can get a peck from Ava is to say “No kisses Ava.” She responds with a hand over each of my ears, cranks my head to the side, and gives me a kiss on one cheek, then the other after cranking my head the other way.

But the funniest is when I say “No bonks Ava.” She comes right up and gently (kind of) bonks me on the forehead with her forehead while saying “GonkGonkGonkGonkGonk.”

For primary, Sally made a fishing game with a stick, a string, and a magnet. The fish each have a paperclip attached, to which the magnet at the end of the fishing line attaches when you “catch a fish.” The pool is a laundry basket covered in blue cellophane into which the fish go. Grace was over the moon to fish (especially because she didn’t get called on to fish at church).

We came home and put the fishing pole and pool on the dining room table. While we got something to eat, Grace proceeded to go fishing. Later I noticed that one of the dining room light fixtures was broken.

I thought with girls we would be immune to balls and sticks breaking stuff in our house. Looks like I am mistaken.

This little tidbit of the macabre got left on the cutting room floor. If you listen close, you can hear Ava saying “Dahs” (Dance) in the background.

Dance Party Deleted Scene

****SIGH****

[For a translation, see the comments]

One of the things about having little girls is that “sports” come in different forms. We don’t hit whiffle balls off the tee (I tried, believe me). We have dance parties.

****SIGH****

Dance Party (1 min.)

At dinner on Thursday, we made hamburgers. While getting out the condiments, Sally found a jar of Kroger pickles I had bought. So I opened them and started to eat one.

Ava gave me the look like “What are you eating?” So I asked Ava if she wanted a bite. She did her nod up and down once slightly yes nod. So I handed her my pickle. She took a bite. She took another bite. I asked for my pickle back. She gave me the “are you crazy” look, which translates to staring at me blankly and acting like she didn’t understand what language I was speaking while putting in another bite; she ate my whole pickle.

By the way, Kroger pickles are gross.