This is his command: to believe in the name*
*(1 John 3:23) Yeah, I know it's a little lame to use a scriptural reference as a title if it needs citing. I was really strapped for title ideas. Oh well, on to the post.
Yesterday Zion correctly identified Jesus in a book he hasn't seen before. "Dedus!" is what it sounded like when he pointed to the man with the halo and the outstretched hand. I felt a little surprised and amazed that he's been paying attention all this time while I smothered Harvey with religious information. And also a little fearful. We can't go back now. Now that he knows about Jesus he has the ability to reject Jesus.
Though that idea (does it have a formal name?) that only those who hear the Gospel will be judged for rejecting it — well, it's kind of silly. And impossible in the information age. And not supported by Romans 1:18-20, but I'm sure there's argument within the bible if someone wants to disagree with me.
At any rate, we're here now. There's no turning back. Both my kids now recognize Jesus, I'd better not give him a bad rap.
While I'm bragging about my angelic children, here's a sampling of some of the darling things Harvey has said this week:
"Jesus lives in heaven and in my heart. I know how he do's that. There are two Jesuses... wait, no.... I don't know how he do's that."
"I need you to play with us in the living room. Right now we're playing Seedling."
Me: "Harvey, did you and Zion eat all the cookies?"
Harvey: "They were so beautiful, we had to put them in our mouthes."
"No! Mama! We were having so much fun without you!"
the stickinessiest
end product and mess
I took advantage of a rainy day off yesterday to make marshmallows for the first time. I used this recipe from Alton Brown, which worked wonderfully except that the sugar mixture never got anywhere near 240°F, stalling out around 220°F. Worked anyways. Also, warm marshmallow is the stickiest substance I have ever worked with. Piping the mini marshmallows was something of a trial and I was really concerned I was going to end up like the non-Bartholomew characters in Bartholomew and the Oobleck.
Aside from the pint of minis pictured above (and several more that never made it into the jar) we also made about two quarts of big square marshmallows, some of which were subsequently dipped in chocolate. I wanted to take a picture of the chocolate ones for you, but the lighting was never right for a proper food-blog-type photo. Oh well, those things are totally unrealistic anyways; real cooking looks more like this:
looks totally safe, right?
And I'm not even going to show you the shots I took of the sink! But never mind the mess, the marshmallows are delicious and we'll definitely be making more another day.