Whitaker the Action Hero & Breakfast

Here's another hodpodge entry.
Whitaker the Action Hero

Attacked by the Super Villian Sojourner UnPeaceful
Extreme Reading

Breakfast at our House
How can a breakfast of toast and eggs take an hour to prepared and eat? Somehow that's how it happens at our house. I miss having quiet, leisurely mornings (that's how I remember them--perfect and serene), but am mostly reconciled (3 years later) to sharing my morning with young children.

Cheese slices are a special treat
Did you used to enjoy peeling the cheese slice from the plastic cover? I did! And now Soj loves it.
 A Word About Micah's Teaching and Being a Nice Husband
Faith Academy finals' week is here so that means grading and grading and more grading for Micah. He's doing a great job of getting everything done in a timely manner. Yesterday, he came home tired, but agreed to run to the store to grab a few items for me. He took a little longer than usual to get back. It's because of the line he chose at the checkout. I think people from most cultures can appreciate/relate to this, but especially cultures that have large families:
Micah said that he chose the wrong line. Imagine, your mom goes shopping for
your very large family once a month... AND she's invited all the neighborhood 
ladies to shop too. That's who he was behind in line. :-) A group of moms and grandmoms
all making the most of their once a month shopping trip. He switched lines.

We Move In 2 Weeks
So I'm starting to sort stuff. It should be a good move. We've loved this little house, but the missionaries who lived here before are coming back (Hurray!) so we're moving to bantay (watch) a new house. That's all our news for now!

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