Tuesday, June 15, 2010

After Terrible Twos...

...Comes perspicacious threes.















Ania is growing apace. Almost every day she has us all laughing with some clever phrase or quick retort that is of an intelligence beyond what is normally credited to three year olds.






Recently she watched the movie Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. It is one of those silly, classic musicals that you watched when you were growing up and somehow it manages to endear itself in your mind despite the more ridiculous aspects of the film. Actually, my Grandpa and Grandma saw the movie at a drive in theater when they were courting. They watched it from a seat in my Grandpa's propane truck. :-)


Anyway, Ania promptly formed a three year old crush on the youngest brother Gideon. Maybe she identified with the common plight of youngest siblings, or maybe it was his curly blond hair and crooked smile, but whatever it was, we love to tease her about Gideon and watch her cast down her eyes and turn her head away with a half smile.






The other day Ania was talking to Mommy about the movie and she stated emphatically that she did not like Adam. Mommy asked her why she didn't like him and Ania's quick reply was, "Because he marries this girl and makes her do all the hard work." Well, she may not fully understand the entire plot of the story, but I would say she has a pretty good grasp of the situation.





She will be definitely wary of any backwoods hillbillies that come her way unless, of course, their name is Gideon.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Trip Through Oregon

We took a family trip down to Ontario, Oregon for a friend's wedding a couple of weeks ago. The trip took over 7 hours, but everyone in our family, including the little ones, are great travelers. In fact we all enjoyed it immensely. It meant that we had 14 hours together as a family within 3 days. Everything has been so busy lately that it felt so nice to just be able to relax with no pressing responsibilities.






I must admit that I had no idea that there were so many beautiful landscapes in Oregon. The scenery was as varied as anything I have ever seen before. It reminded me of the scenes from Lord of the Rings varying from the snowy peaks of Caradhras in the distance, to the Misty Mountains,





or the rugged plains of Rohan.





I almost expected to look up and see the Tower of Amon Sûl.















Sometimes we would come upon a sweeping panorama of lush green hills and we thought we had somehow crossed the ocean and ended up in Ireland.






On our way back, Daddy paused and caught a snapshot of the glorious sunset silhouetting the miles of windmills that stood on the hills. As we drove, we sang hymns together as we watched the sun sink over the horizon in a splash of golds and purples.