Martin Luther and the Diet of Worms

Happy Anna day!

Yes, i think that's what i'll call it. I think i'm giving her her present tomorrow, but in honor of the occasion, the promised Nathaniel's Graduation Speech. (Rhymes with peach!)

Nathaniel, as we look across the field of your past eighteen and a half years, i see very few prickly, dried-up patches. Your schooling has had plenty of rain and sunshine and dirt. The mowing lines are not obvious, and the mountains in the distance aren't very pointy.

Now you've done a lot of terrible, horrible things. A lot of them. Numbers don't go high enough to count. However, I've gotten kinda fond of you, so though it is very tempting, I will not tickle you as you lie right now on the couch beside me. Besides, you'd just tickle me worse later.

Many moons ago, when Mom was starting to shove knowledge into your little skull, she almost definitely started with the ABC's. Don't you think that's an... ugly babyly horrific way to end?

• A is for AlbAtross, which you Are sometimes.
• B is for Breaking things. I saw you.
  
• C is for developing hand-eye Coordination, A. K. A. playing video games.
  
• D is for Don't eat that banana.
  
• E is for Eat that banana.
• F is for iF only, iF only, the woodpecker cried, the bark oF the tree was as soFt as the skies.
  
• G is for Gradually realizinG that you were mockinG me. Thank you.
  
• H is for i just want you to be... Happy.
  
• I is for It's harder than It looks to be wItty wIth these thIngs.
  
• J is for Joy! Yay!
  
• K is for KicKing and Killing Kings with frostbite.
  
• L is for you being way bigger than LiLLiputians. And even taLLer than i, thank you.
  
• M is for Me, Maggie. It always is.
  
• N is for NappiNg, because you are right Now.
  
• O is for what if yOu were really big? Like a giant?
  
• P is for Purse-holding, which you have not yet done, but i will laugh at you the moment you do.
  
• Q is for answering Questions. Especially the ones like "Where's Mom?" They're very helpful.
  
• R is for making shakes for me, too. The shakes you make taste the best.R
  
• S is for Sylvia Russia, where all of uS are belong to your baSe!
• T is for Thank you for reading This far.
  
• U is for Undertakers, and thanks for not being one.
  
• V is for the Valiant way you... defend me... the castle... from... Vikings. With Vindictive weatherVanes.
  
• W is for Wine, again.
  
• X is for Xenophile-ness, because that's better than the usual.
  
• Y is for You, because i think this is technicallY what this is supposed to be about.
  
• Z is for Zorro. Why couldn't you be more like him? *sigh*
  

Enjoy college.

DREEM

Not much, just the three people i remember. Rachel D was a donut. Rachel E was there to stop everybody from eating her. Paul was there with Rachel E. (hehe) (PAUL DIES is on my mind! And on paper! And textedit.)

Prince Caspian (no spoilers)

Of course, i think everybody reading this blog has read the book, and it seems most of them have seen the movie. (I saw it at 3:50 on Friday. No, P. M.)

Most of the problems in the movie (as opposed to the book) started with Caspian. He's too old, his hair is too long, he's too arrogant. Of course, they did give Peter some pride issues, for interest. He was too perfect before. Couldn't have that, now could we? A whole extra battle scene because of it.

Don't get me wrong, i enjoyed it. Lovely movie, lovely company. Something specific. It was a large-ish group: Mom, Dad, Nat, Me, Nick, Ariksander (great commentary), Anna, Timothy. That last one had to steal a car to get down here, too. Shocking.

BABY

I'll be the aunt of *two* little girls!

UPDATE: Susan Camille!

Is it wroking yet?

I wanna send my posts.

About Sunday (11th)

After church we had some company (Mom cooked, mostly): Assistant Pastor, our friend from Kenya, and his parents. Ha. How many bishops have you had in *your* house?

Later we had a piano recital at Bethel. It was worse than others, but not terribly so. Pretty small, only nine students could come. Mom didn't want to make a program, so we picked numbers out of a hat (a fedora that's my Dad's, was his Dad's, and maybe his Dad's too.) I was number eight, which suits me pretty well. I played Hungarian Dance, page 34 of Alfred level 6 Lesson Book, and i got the tempo wrong, but people said they didn't notice. I'm officially annoyed with being this tall, because my leg was too long to fit properly under the piano.

ANNA DID VERY WELL, whatever she says.