Thoughts from my Sleep-Deprived Mind

Have you ever wondered what would be the least amount of sleep the human body could get and yet survive?

I seem to be an unwilling participant in some experiment to find out the answer to that question.

Don't count on me to keep track of the results. Sleep deprivation definitely cuts down on brain function.

Yesterday, my family ate lunch at my Uncle Rich and Aunt Beth's house. Aunt Beth, Julie and I realized that it has been a very long time since we've taken any pictures of Elijah and Logan together. We decided to rectify our lapse in photography. Since both Julie and I left our camera at home, we borrowed Aunt Beth's digital camera.

Toddlers don't hold still for a camera.

We had to use a flash due to low interior light which meant a delay before the picture snapped. I took many pictures of the backs of toddler heads. The boys rarely were in the same frame at the same time. I tried to get them to both climb the stairs at the same time to channel their energy. Logan climbed the stairs about five times with Evan starting him over again at the bottom, because Elijah decided he wanted "apple" instead of stairs. I did get one decent shot of the two looking up at me when they "played the piano" for about 10 seconds.

You might see the picture when Aunt Beth uploads the picture to her computer and sends it to me. *Snicker*

These days, Logan has cars and trucks on his mind. He runs to the window when he hears a motor outside and sometimes hits the jackpot with a garbage truck or a mail truck doing the rounds on our circle. Fortunately for him, since our mailmen are very lazy committed to speedy delivery, they drive the truck to every box.

Logan has inherited his older brothers' Duplo cars and trucks with "guys" to drive them. He has also acquired any remote-control cars that no longer work and various assorted matchbox vehicles. I realize that the latter are not usually toddler toys, but Logan is not in the habit of putting toys in his mouth. He contentedly makes the rounds of the house, pushing his vehicles around on various pieces of furniture. Here he is lying on the floor (yes, with two pacis), pushing Evan's Lego truck back and forth in front of his face:



Remembering how Evan learned to say color names from pointing to Christmas lights before he was two, I have been pointing out colors when talking about objects with Logan. He startled me recently by pointing to our vacuum and saying, "Red", then pointing to my shirt and saying, "Red." (It was bright pink.)

Since we homeschool, maybe I should mention some highlights from last week. Since we came to the ancient Assyrians in our history reading, I also read in 2 Kings 18 and 19 about how the Lord stuck down 185,000 in the Assyrian army and delivered Jerusalem from Sennacherib's hand. "Therefore thus says the LORD concerning the king of Assyria: He shall not come into this city or shoot an arrow there, or come before it with a shield or cast up a siege mound against it...For I will defend this city to save it, for my own sake and for the sake of my servant David." (19: 32-34)

We started memorizing the poem The Destruction of Sennacherib by Lord Byron. The poem contains some wonderfully picturesque similes comparing the Assyrian soldiers to leaves in different seasons.

It was as if the Lord blessed us with a sermon illustration in advance, as the sermon yesterday was on symbolic victories of the Old Testament where the Lord delivered His people by His own power and for His own glory, leading up to Christ's ultimate victory. I want to listen to the sermon again when it is posted on our church's website and want to link it here.

I would post more, but I'm too tired! :)