Another Isaac Story



Isaac watching traffic go by from the kitchen window.
If you look, he's snacking on a block of parmesean
cheese (In his left hand).

Isaac seems to be continually learning new habits and ways of making us laugh (or scream). Let's recap the day. This morning, I couldn't find him for a couple of minutes. The doors were still locked, so I knew he wasn't playing in the street. I found Isaac standing in the windowsill in the kitchen. He had used a chair to climb up and was standing behind the curtain while eating a block of parmesean cheese and waving at the passing traffic. Tonight, we had friends over for dinner. When I had not heard him in a few minutes, I checked the kitchen. He was sitting on the counter, shaking the last of a half bottle of red wine vinegar onto the cabinet. He proudly proclaimed, "I making pink." The red color of the vinegar was diluted on the counter. After cleaning that, he played in his room until he eased back into the kitchen without us realizing. This time he was found eating the cherry pie our friends had brought for dessert.  His explanation..."I eat it.  It good."

 

Isaac helping himself to cherry pie.



Holland



The watch shop that was owned
by the Ten Boom family.  Their home
is upstairs and adjacent.


It's been a while since I posted.  A lot of that has been that for whatever reason, I've been frustrated with several things at work lately.  I try not to get into that online.  It's just not beneficial.

This weekend, we went to Amsterdam for the first time.  On Saturday, we drove to Haarlam, Holland to visit the Corrie Ten Boom Museum.  Amazing experience.  It's the only museum I've ever been to that allows visitors to touch and photograph pretty much anything.  Isaac and I crawled into the hiding place where six Jews and Dutch Resistence workers hid during a Nazi raid.

That afternoon, we went the the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam.  Emily enjoyed that.  I've already seen a lot of his major works, but this museum has the largest collections of his works in the world. 

This morning, we visited the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam.  Another amazing experience.  I was surprised at the size of their hiding place.  They had more room than I had always assumed based on reading the dairy and play in junior high.  The building is completely unfurnished, per Otto Frank (Anne's Father), but many of the photos that are in the museum really bring their story to life. 

After that, I walked my wife and kids through on of the Red Light Districts in Amsterdam.  (Not a destination you might expect from a minister).  It was appropriately dull for 10 am on a Sunday morning.  It's just one of those things we wanted to say we had done.  Emily also wanted to stop for coffee at one of Amsterdam's "coffee bars."  I had to explain that any coffee house in Amsterdam with Bob Marley pictures on the window probably doesn't make money from coffee beans.