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plastic babies, toose pace, and blood oranges


-last week this creepy scene actually happened at our church.  our music director called me over, saying we had a problem at the church.  i walked up and saw the above scene: what appeared to be a tiny baby left on the doorstep at the church.  for the briefest of moments, there is this sense of overwhelming panic, that we are going to have to take care of a newborn human being.  it got me thinking a little about some of the situations we do get to deal with in the church, and how sometimes people bring the issues they don't want to deal with, and they "drop them off" at the church.  it's not always convenient, but we always try to do our best to help out however we can.  thankfully, this was just a plastic doll, and it disappeared a few days later, so i assume the child who left it was able to get it back.

-here's another update on the ridiculous cuteness that comes out of quinton's mouth:

     "be fries!" = surprise! clink this link to see this one in action.
     "womber peps" = wonder pets
     "toose pace" = toothpaste, and two-face (of batman fame)
     "wonder wonan" and "cat wonan" = wonder woman and cat woman
     "toison ivy" = poison ivy
     "you're not perfect" = he says this to us in an angry voice, but we don't understand why

      and just wait until you see him in his halloween costume!



-last night i listened to over the rhine's new christmas album, "blood oranges in the snow," as the new york times is previewing it online.  it sounded amazing and i can't wait to have it be the soundtrack of my december.
   
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