This year, for home school, Brian and I have decided our main theme with the boys will be Creativity and Character. Sure, we work in all the usual academics, but there is very little we think is more important to carry into adulthood than knowing themselves, their family, their values and their God, as well…
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The Wish List
Yesterday unexpectedly became a “free” day — one of those lovely days that we don’t have to be anywhere in particular. So, I thought it would be a good day to try a little experiment I’ve been thinking about. However, we ended up deciding to go to Legoland Discovery Center in the middle of the…
Bromance
Here is a conversation from this morning. Ian: Can I split a quesadilla with Elijah and that way we can have a romantic lunch? Me: Um…sure. What does “romantic” mean to you? Ian: It means…love. And everything is perfect. Hmm, I think he may have nailed it. He covered the kid table with a blanket, and…
Isaac
This morning, I threw myself a full-blown pity party. I may be of the species that bleeds for a week and doesn’t die, but it doesn’t feel very heroic sometimes. Tack on the letdown of my handsome guy returning to work after a long Christmas vacation, and I think we’re all sitting home not feeling…
The Sky Split Open Today
I awoke this morning to the glorious sound of someone else cleaning the house. Brian had straightened the living room, cleaned off the kitchen table, done all the dishes, got out the broom and was wiping down the counters. Then he made breakfast and took us out to a movie and “linner” (late lunch). Yes,…
At the Door, In a Jam
We just bought a really cool new educational book set for the kids. It’s actually 26 books, interactive computer programs, “cling” stickers and laminated posters. And it was really stinkin’ expensive. But…we have our hearts set on homeschooling, and these books contain most of the subjects I’ve really wanted to start covering. Many of them…
The Red Light Lady
Yesterday, as I sat in traffic near the children’s hospital, heading to Elijah’s CT scan, I remembered a minor event that happened last month when I was leaving the same hospital. It is really insignificant, but it stuck with me due to the range of emotions it provoked, from anger to embarrassment to humility.
Bead Dazzled
We had a colorful week. The boys got to enjoy an overnight dusting of snow, early last week. I slammed their clothes on and sent them out the back door, before the day warmed. Ian paused to remark that his fluffy sweater felt like a life jacket, and then did a remarkable, cartoonish impersonation of an emergency flotation vest blasting full of air and then he bobbed around a bit. They ran and kicked and rolled in the barely-snowy yard. Ian wanted to make a snow man. I put some exam gloves on over my fingerless gloves to help roll a few snow balls before getting breakfast started. Ian came in and wanted some exam gloves too. I buried his fists into a pair, and as he struggled to get his fingers into the right holes, he wailed, “I don’t have as many fingers as these have!” I know the feeling, little buddy.
Home Gym
I have a real gym membership, but scampering on a mouse wheel, knowing that Elijah is in child care screaming until I return, is not very motivating. Now, if one of the gym staff were to stuff me in the company vehicle and toss me out 5 miles down the road, with Elijah screaming in child care, that might be a little motivating. So, until Elijah gets a few more months under his belt, I’ll take my exercise regimen home. All right, all right, that’s half true. If the new facility were to open tomorrow with its….racquetball courts…, I would pack his diaper bag full of tissues and…say, is that harsh?
Why…
…is every critically-in-need-of-groceries day a rainy day? …do my babies love love LOVE to eat paper? Or better yet… …where did the other half of this toilet paper tube go? …is my one-year-old acting more like a 2-year-old, and rejecting the bite of waffle I hand him, in favor of the much larger piece in…
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