Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Gentleman in training

"Abby," I overheard Caleb yell in the backyard, "will you get me the scissors?"

"For what?" she asked.

"I just need them!" he answered. His sister wandered inside and retrieved the scissors for him, pulling the door shut behind her.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open again.

"Mommy," Caleb yelled again, "will you get me a cup?"

"What do you need it for?" I asked.

"I just need it!" he answered. He met me in the kitchen and I handed him a cup.

My eldest son busied himself at the counter while I pretended not to notice.

"Mommy!" he yelled once more, this time right in front of me. "I made you a bouquet."

I'm pretty sure he wiped out my rose bushes to make it. And I'm pretty sure this is perhaps the most beautiful bouquet I've ever seen.

Have I mentioned how much I love having three sons among my little flock of children?

Their dad has a little reminder taped up in our bathroom:
"Look in the mirror often -- the man you see is the man your sons will become."
I think it's working.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Free ride

There are tons of fun things to do on a hot summer day at Great Grandmother's house.

The miniature tractor rides are pretty fun.

But nothing beats walking the dog.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014


The last day of Community Bible Study is always a little bittersweet.

The kids have learned so much and grown so much this year. (Literally...Abby is still the tallest kid in her class, just like she was on day one.)

Jacob still says music time is his favorite, and he loved showing off all the Bible memory verses and other songs they have learned this year. He adored his teacher, and reminded me every week on the way home, "Mommy, my CBS teacher is gluten-free, just like me!" (He was always thrilled to pass this information along, as if each week it was something he was learning for the first time.)

Abby closed out her last year as a CBS Lamb, and next year will be in a big kid class. She'll have her own notebook, just like me, and will be doing a junior version of the same Romans study I'll be doing. She and I are both a little excited about the opportunity to do our homework together. She formed a pretty quick friendship with a little girl named Violet, and the two of them have become inseparable this year.

Caleb had to bid farewell to Gloria, his very dearest friend from CBS this year who was also in his pre-k homeschool class. Gloria is the reason we know all the lyrics to "Let It Go" and "What Does the Fox Say." I know that Gloria loves Zebras almost as much as Caleb loves sharks, and I know that Caleb has spent a significant part of his time at Bible study playing Protect the Princess and Rescue the Damsel with her. I know that we were almost late to Bible study on more than one occasion because Caleb had to finish a special picture he was drawing for her, and I know that Gloria took these pictures home and stored them in the treasure box in her room. I know that Caleb would be heartbroken if he knew, as I do, that Gloria will not be in his class next year, and I don't quite know how I'm going to break it to him when the time comes.

I'll say it for the hundredth time: I am so, so thankful for Community Bible Study and its ministry to my kids. I wouldn't miss this for the world.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Let there be mud

...and there was mud.

Lots and lots of mud.
These brothers are really good at getting messy.

And I'm getting really good at doing laundry.

Monday, April 28, 2014

That's not how we spell it

Shortly after we kicked off our school year back in July, Caleb made a significant discovery while writing his name.

I watched it happen, and was powerless to stop it.

As he carefully penned his last name, he realized that he could easily change the last few letters and become "Caleb Fishark."

Mr. Fishark proceeded to write his name like this on every worksheet we did at home and on projects in Sunday School and at Bible study.

And somehow, I have finally convinced him that is not his name. And he's okay with that, for the most part. 

I'd say we're just about ready for kindergarten now.

Sunday, April 27, 2014


Nothing intimidates the other team like a nice shiner. Pretty sure no one on the opposing team is going to mess with Number 8 on the Red Skeletons until that broken nose heals.

Abby, meanwhile, is learning to channel her energy into body checking her opponents (and occassionally her teammates). She's willing to do whatever it takes to get the ball, and sometimes that means throwing elbows.

"Did you see me knock those girls down and get the ball!?" she asked excitedly during a break in the game.

I gently pointed out that one of those girls is on her team, and she shouldn't steal the ball from her own Purple Panthers.

I'm thinking maybe we need to limit our professional soccer viewing around here before she picks up any new skills.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The trouble with big sisters...

Levi went missing again.

(He does that a lot.)

"Abby," I yelled upstairs to her room, "do you know where Levi is?"

"He's in my room!" she answered.

I wandered upstairs to check on them. When I entered her room, she had Levi in a sort of headlock while she wrestled his arms into a sweater of hers.

"We're playing dolls," she explained, noticing the worry on my face.

I should mention that there were no dolls to be seen. I pointed that out, but my daughter had a ready response:

"Oh, these clothes are too big for my dolls, so I'm just dressing Levi up like a girl. Isn't he so cute?"

Bless his little heart.

Moments like this are why it's sometimes better not to ask.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Easily amused

After what I witnessed today, I'm pretty sure you've never experienced true joy until you've watched a one-year-old open a box with 722 styrofoam balls inside.

I'm trying to fight the urge to dump them in his crib and let him go crazy.

Having this year's VBS craft supplies shipped directly to my house was definitely a good move in his opinion.

Thursday, April 24, 2014


It's been months since Abby finished her first grade spelling workbook. And she's completely lost interest in the second grade spelling curriculum I bought to take its place.

So now, we do spelling on her terms: with a round of Bananagrams at naptime.

I'm still not sure I should have let her get away with words like "hoodie" and her own name. But since I wasn't specific, and she's using a rhyming dictionary to prove her words really count, I guess I'll have to let it go this time.

Big kid stuff

Dear Levi,

I don't recall authorizing all this growing up you're doing. Next time you want to bypass the baby swing and swing like a big kid, you're going to need to warn me first.

Did you forget you're supposed to be the baby?

The mom who gets a little weepy when you start doing big kid stuff
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