I take a break for a time, and suddenly I feel like I return with such a grown topic. My guys still seem little to me, but we have to grow together. We still have much playfulness and “little guy” stuff, but we have to face what’s approaching. As my oldest is entering the pre-teen…
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Unschooling
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…
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 Giving Three
On the way home from church today, we needed to stop for gas. Across from the pumps, a man was leaning against the back bumper of his run-down pick-up, which was full of chopped wood. He held a sign saying he was out of work and needed help. Brian pulled the car up to a…
Brother Feud
Like having our then 4-year-old happily spending the night at a friend’s house (a very trusted family friend), we’ve recently had a sooner-than-expected, but cute conversation in our house of fellas. We hadn’t anticipated our 4- and 5-year-old boys to be “feuding” over a lady quite yet. We shall call her “Belle.” Isaac had once…
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,…
Laundremote
Lesson learned. If I’d do a little laundry sometimes, I wouldn’t go without my TV remote for so long. It’s amazing what I find in that basket.
He’s 412 Days Old and I’m Going to Gush!
I forgot what a fun age 13 months is! Elijah is a miniature person who has “it” incredibly figured-out. He “talks” on the phone, puts on his brother’s play necklace, tries to put on shirts and socks, stabs at food with a fork, knows what the remote is supposed to do, drives toy cars with great sound effects, and pulls string cheese out of the fridge, doing the Happy Dance as I open it for him.
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.
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