August 10, 2010
Note from Namma
"I cannot believe how much a mother can love her baby girl's baby. I feel sorry for anybody who isn't Alan's grandma."
July 7, 2010
The Power of Prayer
Alan
You're three years old, and last night while Mom was away, you had a real faith experience.
We were walking three blocks to the store to get you a toy for a dollar. On the way we talked about lots of things. At one point you said "I want to give a kiss and a hug to the whole world." You are such a sweet heart.
After we got your toy, a Spiderman bouncy ball, and a couple of prizes from the quarter machines, we left for home. I advised you to keep the ball in your hands and not bounce it until we got home, so it wouldn't get lost. On the way home, you climbed on steps and walked atop stone edges as usual. Then you came to a patch of tiny loose pebbles and fell on the ground, slightly skinning your knees.
I had to kiss your knees to make them feel better, as usual. We continued walking and pretty quickly passed two ladies walking toward us. I asked you to straighten up and smile so you could say hi to your neighbors, and you did. One of the ladies gave you a high-five.
A block later, I looked at your hands and noticed you did not have your ball. We started looking around, and finally retraced our steps, looking everywhere for it. I suggested you pray, and I prayed for St. Anthony's help. You closed your eyes and prayed, "Dear God, please help me. I need to find my ball. And Jesus, and Mary."
I was touched by your prayer, but full of doubts as to whether we would find the ball. We looked everywhere, and by the time we reached the store again, I had concluded for us that God wished us not to find it, but that He always knows what's best for us, so we should thank Him anyway.
We entered the store, went to buy your ball again, and reached the checkout stand. In front of us were the same two nice ladies we had met earlier. We talked to them, and explained we were buying your toy again because we lost it on the way home. One of the ladies then asked me if I could describe it. I said it was a clear ball that had Spiderman in it.
She then produced it from behind her back and gave it to you Alan. Your eyes were wide, and I told you your prayer had been answered.
Outside I led you in a prayer to thank God for caring about you. I was glad I had advised you to rely on prayer, and it is always a good thing for us all to remember.
You're three years old, and last night while Mom was away, you had a real faith experience.
We were walking three blocks to the store to get you a toy for a dollar. On the way we talked about lots of things. At one point you said "I want to give a kiss and a hug to the whole world." You are such a sweet heart.
After we got your toy, a Spiderman bouncy ball, and a couple of prizes from the quarter machines, we left for home. I advised you to keep the ball in your hands and not bounce it until we got home, so it wouldn't get lost. On the way home, you climbed on steps and walked atop stone edges as usual. Then you came to a patch of tiny loose pebbles and fell on the ground, slightly skinning your knees.
I had to kiss your knees to make them feel better, as usual. We continued walking and pretty quickly passed two ladies walking toward us. I asked you to straighten up and smile so you could say hi to your neighbors, and you did. One of the ladies gave you a high-five.
A block later, I looked at your hands and noticed you did not have your ball. We started looking around, and finally retraced our steps, looking everywhere for it. I suggested you pray, and I prayed for St. Anthony's help. You closed your eyes and prayed, "Dear God, please help me. I need to find my ball. And Jesus, and Mary."
I was touched by your prayer, but full of doubts as to whether we would find the ball. We looked everywhere, and by the time we reached the store again, I had concluded for us that God wished us not to find it, but that He always knows what's best for us, so we should thank Him anyway.
We entered the store, went to buy your ball again, and reached the checkout stand. In front of us were the same two nice ladies we had met earlier. We talked to them, and explained we were buying your toy again because we lost it on the way home. One of the ladies then asked me if I could describe it. I said it was a clear ball that had Spiderman in it.
She then produced it from behind her back and gave it to you Alan. Your eyes were wide, and I told you your prayer had been answered.
Outside I led you in a prayer to thank God for caring about you. I was glad I had advised you to rely on prayer, and it is always a good thing for us all to remember.
May 3, 2010
Waffie and Watchy
Alan
Your kitties are Saffie and Patchy Kitty. But you like to say them as Waffie and Watchy Kitty, even though we have heard you correctly pronounce the "S" and the "P" before.
You love to talk about them and run up to Patchy and scream hello in her face. Sometimes she tolerates you and lets you pet her, and sometimes she runs!
You are almost 3 years old, and Patchy is 10 years old, and Saffie is (I think) 11 years old.
These are your cats and this is a story about your cats.
Love
Dad
Your kitties are Saffie and Patchy Kitty. But you like to say them as Waffie and Watchy Kitty, even though we have heard you correctly pronounce the "S" and the "P" before.
You love to talk about them and run up to Patchy and scream hello in her face. Sometimes she tolerates you and lets you pet her, and sometimes she runs!
You are almost 3 years old, and Patchy is 10 years old, and Saffie is (I think) 11 years old.
These are your cats and this is a story about your cats.
Love
Dad
March 27, 2010
Castles on the Floor
Alan, you like to make castles every day. Let me explain.
To you, a castle is anything that is stacked up. So you take cups and stack them high. You stack blocks - I saw an incredible stack of blocks you made in your room on the carpet even, almost as tall as you. We call you a good builder and say you really know your castles.
Once your castle reminded me of a pagoda so I got a picture of one on my computer and every day you wanted to see the pagoda picture, which you called "goda".
Sometimes you are frustrated when your castles fall down, but we encourage you to build it back again. I know that in your life some day you will have something to do with building things.
To you, a castle is anything that is stacked up. So you take cups and stack them high. You stack blocks - I saw an incredible stack of blocks you made in your room on the carpet even, almost as tall as you. We call you a good builder and say you really know your castles.
Once your castle reminded me of a pagoda so I got a picture of one on my computer and every day you wanted to see the pagoda picture, which you called "goda".
Sometimes you are frustrated when your castles fall down, but we encourage you to build it back again. I know that in your life some day you will have something to do with building things.
March 25, 2010
The Rules
Last week in response to some admonition from both parents concerning proper use of food stuffs, Alan rubbed his hand across the whole dinner tray as though erasing it. His comment was "I don't like rules!"
I had to burst out laughing right there, and extend my hand to him, saying I surely understand that!
I had to burst out laughing right there, and extend my hand to him, saying I surely understand that!
February 24, 2010
Foo or Froo
Alan, you became enamored of a finger play called (well, according to me) "Little Bunny Foo-Foo", though Mom knows it as "Froo-Froo." You like to ask for it by saying "Foo-Foo?" And then we get to go through it all with you, to your delight. Mom and Dad have combined their versions to accommodate a few differences. I love doing this one with you!
Love
Dad
Love
Dad
Update on Singing
Alan, you now sing many songs straight through. Among your favorites are ABC, Row row row, Twinkle twinkle (still sometimes referred to as Go-Go Hi), Old MacDonald, and Are you sleeping?
We have always thought you responded well to music, even though we don't sing and play much. (Mommy has played a little piano for you, and Dad played guitar at least once.)
In fact, it was recently Dad played Puff the magic dragon along with a CD that came with one of your books, and you often request it over and over. Once it made Mama cry, as she remembered her Daddy singing and playing it for her. She said she was sad but also happy hearing it.
Love, Dad
We have always thought you responded well to music, even though we don't sing and play much. (Mommy has played a little piano for you, and Dad played guitar at least once.)
In fact, it was recently Dad played Puff the magic dragon along with a CD that came with one of your books, and you often request it over and over. Once it made Mama cry, as she remembered her Daddy singing and playing it for her. She said she was sad but also happy hearing it.
Love, Dad
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