This evening, after his six o’clock feeding, young Seventy-Six and I went over the Westminster Shorter Catechism, without going into all the proof-texts (except for those pertaining to the Lord’s-Name-In-Vain commandment because I need some extra help with that one). He is only about nine-weeks old, so I thought it’d be a good idea to get through it quickly, the first time. And I did skip that silly bit in the baptism Q & A calling for infant baptism. The boy seemed to pay attention during part of the recitation, managed to turn himself over for a little tummy-time, and then snoozed in arms during the final part dealing with the Lord’s Prayer.
After his evening bath, we played peek-a-boo, practiced waving our fists like Doctor Doom in the comic books (not the effete doofus in the Fantastic Four movies). Practiced some baby-talk. He’s saying this word, “Uh’Aayy,” pretty often today. I’m not sure what it means. For almost as long as we’ve known him, the baby’s been saying “Eh” to request the rubber nipples that give milk and that give comfort. “Eh, Eh,” depending on facial expression and context may mean, “Give me the milk!” or “Pacifier, now, please.”
Maybe tomorrow, we’ll go back over that last bit in the Catechism, then start on the Lord’s Prayer in Gothic:
Atta unsar þu in himinam,
weihnai namo þein.
qimai þiudinassus þeins.
wairþai wilja þeins,
swe in himina jah ana airþai.
hlaif unsarana þana sinteinan
gif uns himma daga.
jah aflet uns þatei skulans sijaima,
swaswe jah weis afletun
þaim skulam unsaraim.
jah ni briggais uns in fraistubnjai,
ak lausei uns af þamma ubilin;
unte þeine ist þiudangardi
jah mahts jah wulþus in aiwins.
This afternoon I got some sewing done on the red kayak’s back deck. Needed less work than I thought. Figured out why the keelstrips have wear toward the bow – there’s a strap on the inside hull-bottom that snaps either side to the keelson stringers holding the hull against the frame. The strap gets between the stringers and the hull, making slight bulges that scrape against rocks, concrete, grass when dragged or paddled in too shallow water. Maybe tomorrow with the PVC and the soldering iron.