Well, let’s see….

Zoo, science museum, art gallery, botanical garden, several playgrounds, and the Meramac cavern.

Baby now waking up twice at night. I’d do something about it, but I’m not keen on disturbing our neighbors in the hotel.

I found that putting a pillow between David and Bethel helps quite a bit, but they still need quite a bit of encouragement to go to sleep. I’ve lain down with them (mostly for Bethel’s sake), but then felt guilty about doing this. When we go home, I don’t really want to be sitting with my kids for a half hour every night because they won’t obey. Then again, since they won’t be in the same room at home, perhaps this is a battle not worth fighting.

Two coloring books and a few puzzles have been quite helpful.

Pondering the age old question, How am I any different than a nice moral mom who is teaching her children manners? Am I more concerned about exposing my children to the physical world than the God who created it? How am I reaching out my hand to the poor? The downtown apartment a friend’s relative has let us use looks out over a park filled with homeless people. There are guys selling giant pixie sticks and Famous Amos cookie bags at the intersection by our hotel. What am I teaching my children about Jesus’ compassion?

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