School of Hard Walks

I am SO bored of walking this dog. Yet I’m bound (by choice) to it by two chains. One, it keeps Orbit sane, and two, if I want any chance of beating back the scale, I have to get my 10,000 steps in. I am desperate to make it bearable. I’ve burned through all the…

Radio Science

As is common with our time in the car together, we started an interesting educational discussion today on the way home from Isaac’s piano lesson. One of the boys was talking about God. Ian made the analogy that God is like the power plant and prayer is the power lines connecting us to Him. Next,…

Carschooling

Whew! It’s been a busy day today – in a good way! It’s a day that gives me hope for next year’s “official” home school endeavors. We’ve read books – even educational ones about “heroes” like¬†Sacajawea and Nelson Mandela. We’ve done Math and Spanish games on the computer, and I was pleased to see unexpected…

A Meat Idea

We are not a hunting family, but we’ve explained a few things. Brian was trying to help Ian find a good show and flipped through the hunting channel just in time to see a beautiful moose meet a bullet. Ian said, “That moose got shot! Dad, I’m not big enough to use a gun yet,…

Trading Money for Toys

I got some cool stuff from Oriental Trading Company. The picture isn’t great but one item is a really cool pipe game for the boys. It helps fine motor skills, planning, cooperation, etc. Ian started building and then decided he was going to create a water slide, so we took the pipes outside and he…

Had A ‘Tude

I don’t want to say this too loudly, but I think my three-year-old has been switched for a calmer, happier, identical-looking three-year-old. It’s been about 36 hours since he has cried or melted down about something. I’ve witnessed him speaking calmly to his vehicle-usurping little brother, instead of shrieking our windows to shards. He’s voluntarily…

Noodle battle

My brain cells have largely reclassified themselves as dandruff. I had grabbed a pair of socks and went hunting for my fuzzy Crocs. I found one Croc shoe, so I slipped on a sock and stepped into my shoe. While wandering with my remaining sock in hand, I entered our large master bathroom and found a pile of the boys’ clothes that forgot to find the laundry basket. I scooped up the laundry and sorted it into the laundry basket. Pausing to remember my original mission, I realized I was empty-handed.

Baby Moses

I was doing the laundry this morning and was digging near the bottom of my basket and I found a pump bottle of foam soap wrapped in a stiff washcloth. I laughed to myself, remembering that Ian had called that bottle “Baby Moses” the other day. I tossed the contraption into the bedroom and Ian…