Our world has limits. But those limits can be pushed. It is my two year old that reminds me of this practically everyday. I most definitely wanted to complete this post during the Easter season. It just didn't happen. Still, it seems rather appropriate as we recall the Resurrection of Christ and how even with Jesus right before their eyes three days after his death the apostles still doubt. Like Thomas so many of us today need to touch and see in order to believe. A child, on the other hand, has the innocence and freedom to transport themselves outside of reality. Most of these pictures are from months ago (January/February of 2013). Regardless of how much time has passed and how much our Luke has grown up we hope that he always has faith. That he understands that believing does not always require seeing and that he builds a relationship with our wondrous, magnificent God that loves him, Luke Francis Schafer, beyond measure.
Now follow along, if you dare, as we take you on a little journey to another dimension. A realm where things aren't always what they seem.
I graciously accepted an invitation to dine at this fine table set meticulously by Luke. He intermittently paused to describe the menu.
Light pink candle (upper right)= water
rust colored candle = toffee (aka coffee)
whiffle ball= apple
pencil = tarrot
different colored rings= spa-detti
dog with hydrant figurine= shate tease (aka shake cheese)
cheese crackers= well, cheese crackers
Quite the balanced diet.
I suppose Luke gets some of his material from the various books we read. He has always been a patient and intent listener when it comes to books. Augustine is a totally different story. Nonetheless, we escape to a variety of locations amongst the turned pages meeting characters old and new and some downright silly. Some titles are more educational than others. Some of my favorite most recent loaners include
Junkyard Wonders by Patricia Polacco,
We All Go Travelling By by Sheena Roberts, and
These Hands by Margaret H. Mason. We time-warped back to Pete's childhood with our request for,
The Little House by Virginia Lee Burton, one of his favorites. It indeed won the honor of requests for repetition. With this current batch of books, Luke is hooked on
The Growing Story by Ruth Krauss and
The Butter Battle Book by Dr. Seuss. I'm not too sure how I feel about this one despite my general support for the rhythmic doctor. It's politically charged and includes too many firearms and weaponry for childrens' literature for my taste.
Nonetheless, I liked this photo of Pete and Luke exploring. Mostly, I liked Luke's hair ;-)
Planes, trains, and automobiles. Typical boy stuff. Let me introduce you to our little bus driver. He built it by himself, recruited passengers, and took his post with confidence.
We were all invited to join him on his special motorcycle after dinner one evening. It was a great night for a ride!
More typically nowadays we are ushered into his trut! (truck, of course) which has a frame strikingly similar to our amoeba couch. The interior is decked out with the newest amenities, so new, in fact, you are hesitant to sit in it (really because you are sure that the pile of miscellaneous toys is bound to leave a mark or make for an uncomfortable cruise). We do our best to oblige, though, and situate ourselves gingerly amidst the clutter as Luke hurriedly lifts our feet from the floor insisting that all limbs are kept safely inside the moving vehicle. This is an upgrade from our old game of darbage trut, which as you can guess, was slightly more messy.
Just being a couple of silly monkeys!
And the mini maestro getting in a little practice.
One day we'll work on being superheroes and use the clothespins to secure the beach towels around our necks as capes like I remember doing in my childhood but for now we have the homemade Valentine bag from Grandma Schafer to keep the dream alive.
And, now, back to reality.
