The Assignment

Harrison wanted to play the Wii. It was NOT Friday night. Or Saturday morning. Hence, Wii is not allowed at our house. So, I took the opportunity to create a learning experience.

The Assignment: To write at least half a page, in his best handwriting, convincing me that he should get to play the Wii. He also had to include how he would handle any difficulties that arose. After he turned in his initial paragraph, we continued a written exchange.


In the end, I needed a nap anyway. He won. (Or. . . we both won!)

Harrison: A Glimpse into Fleeting Childhood

Harrison is often dirty. His face has been known to be smeared with dirt, jam, chocolate, paint, syrup, and pizza sauce. The backs of his hands and his jeans bear the same stains. I used to feel frustrated (okay, frustration still occasionally gets the best of me) that no matter what we ate at a family meal, a good portion of it ended up on his face, body, and clothing. Then one day I had the quiet thought in my mind that he wouldn't always be this little, and I gave my frustration a stern talking-to: "Quiet down-- enjoy every smile through the cereal on his chin."

My sister, Heidi, has the following quote on her blog. I think every mom of boys must feel her heart flutter when she reads it. It definitely makes me think of my four darling packages of truth, beauty, wisdom, and hope.

"A boy is Truth with dirt on it's face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket." - Alan Marshall Beck

Ode to Fathers and Sons

I asked Maxwell what his favorite season was.

"Winter. And Fathers and Sons." Here's to one of our favorite seasons.

Garden In!

Then.

Now.

Jeff and the kids got our garden built, installed, and planted a couple of weeks after Lydia was born. I felt sad to have them do it without me, but my nurturing and cultivating were needed elsewhere. It is so fun to see things starting to grow! Two green thumbs up for Jeff and kids!

New Big Brother

Micah with "baby sister." He loves to touch her head, share his blanket, give her kisses, and even tried pulling her for a ride on his blanket once. Each interaction between them is so endearing-- well, except for the ride-on-the-blanket one. Turns out he just wanted his blanket back. Next time, just ask, Micah. I'll be glad to oblige.

Bedtime Burritos

Haven and I made this pillowcase-- burrito style-- together at an Enrichment sewing class for church. It was a fun project and Haven picked out fun fabrics. She ironed, pinned, and sewed like a pro! We are not taking orders at this time, but everyone has a price. . . .

"This is the Funnest Thing Ever!"

Who knew?