Science Friday

For three years my Freckle faced boy and I worked our way through preschool programs.  And now it's little brothers turn.  Starting with the same program I did with my first we are embarking on a new journey the two of us.

While it's bringing back many memories, it's also completely new as I try to focus on his strengths making learning fun.  I have two goals this year: 1.  To get him to sit for about 15 minutes a day following directions and 2.  To give him and unquenchable hunger for learning.

Every morning as we begin we sip coffee and/or tea together.

My first time through this reading based program we would sit and read for hours.  Each day we would read a little bit about science, a little bit about animals, a little bit about society, and some imagination stories. He loved it and I loved it.  But when we would do some kind of hands on project he would quickly become frustrated.  He is my logical, rational, get-'er-done boy.

However, this time around, Captain Imagination and I do a project every day, with snippets of reading here and there, as he cannot learn without using all of his senses.  Each day is a new subject with the exception of our Bible reading which is by far his favorite part of school anyway.

On Friday's I'm three days into my work week with one left, and we volunteer in his brothers class running a cute little store together making our morning is shorter then the rest.  And so we do a quick read from our science book and then cuddle up in my big bed to watch the Magic school bus.

A chill, but fun way to end the school week.

Family worship 9.13

One of the most amazing things on earth is to hear my boys sing to there Maker.

Meet Mrs. What-cha-ma-call-its

Every Friday I get to dress up as a gypsy named Mrs. What-cha-ma-call-its who runs a store in my Freckled faced boy's classroom.  The kindergartens each day are able to earn "what-cha-ma-call-its" for the different tasks required of them or attitudes that should be rewarded.  Some examples; just for showing up they earn three or if they do something or treat somebody noticeably well then they can earn more.  On the flip side they can also loose them, or rather they have to pay the "teacher's bank" for something disrespectful that they did.  When the store is opened the kids are able to use whatever what-cha-ma-call-its they have to buy little trinkets.  Each trinket worth a different price.  They have to figure out if they have enough to buy the toy they want making to store not only a reward but also a math lesson.

Laughter and I set up the store, take down the store, and run the register.  My Freckle faced boy beams with joy as his love tank is filled to over flowing.  I get to watch him grow up and get to know his peers, while Laughter is overjoyed to be my helper and serve his brother.  Even though it's only for a few minutes each week Mrs. What-cha-ma-call-it is a highlight of our week.

A much needed vacation

After a full summer of transition...
When promotions have happened and odd jobs were picked up.
When relationships have grown and where some have not.
When a half full house becomes full with five boys, one adorable girl, and two sets of parents.
When gardens don't grow quite the way they should have.
When five year old boys start kindergarten and little brother feels lonely.
When family time looked more different then ever before.

When fall began to encroach we packed our bags and quietly slipped away into a world of imagination...

 

Filling our love tanks to the tippy top.

A bed made for our two newest dragons.

To my freckle faced boy,

For over two weeks, ever since you meet your teacher, you have been counting down the days until you officially became a kindergartner.  You and I went shopping together for your school supplies and new clothes with a break for lunch at your favorite restaurant, Bugaboo Creak, where the animals talk and the food tastes great.  We went to orientation two days before school, I think it made those last two days of waiting feel like 100 years to you as you left glowing with pleasure and excitement.

The day before we did some last minute things including a dry run of our morning schedule.  You were up at 6:45 to the sound of your new alarm clock that quacks instead of beeps.  We even timed the drive to drop Daddy off at work and then you at school.  Mornings are a bit tricky as we only have one car.  But we finished this practice run with breakfast at one of our favorite pubs.

While you were counting down the days for school to start I was trying hard to hold you loosely, and simply savor those last few days knowing that this next step was a forever change in our family.  It's true that you can always do school here at home with me as your teacher, but it was so much more then that.  While you were celebrating Corduroy the Bear's birthday during the orientation I was sitting in I found myself working hard not to cry as my mind ran down memory lane.  Not so long ago you were in my belly squiggling all around.  With each kick I fell more in love you.  We were one for nine months and then on a spring evening you made your debut as your own person. I felt like my heart was being ripped out that first time I let another hold you.  This week I find myself with these same feelings, for five years I've been with you and now I'm handing you off to another for a time.

But before school started after everything on your to do list was completed you asked if you could go check your mouse traps.  Between the two traps we found three mice and you made sure we let them go.  My same old boy just stepping into a new season, a season that while we walk it together we walk it in a way we never have before.

You know how to love me well.  You so kindly let me take pictures, I think you knew how my guts were in a knots over this day, so without even a question you posed for me as many times as I asked you too.  Again as we went into school you stayed close to me, and I'm pretty sure it was for my sake not yours.

My favorite first day of school picture.

Child, you have birthed me into motherhood.  No you are birthing me into motherhood with each new season.  I'm so glad it's you that gets to teach me and grow me in this way.  My rational, logical boy who is patient most often.

Your brother took this photo and it turned out to be my favorite.

You are an amazing five year old.  God is going to grow us both this year.

I love you,
Momma

How am I you ask?

I'm sad, a high school friend died today.
So young.
The father of five.
His wife now a widow...

Oh...
I'm scared to tell you what happened.
You don't know it but you two are so close...
Yes, even though you never met...

He died of cancer.

He was diagnosed, a week maybe two, before she was.  He had the same treatments, was on the same schedule as her at least until his was interrupted with pneumonia.  Even still he went home and began the treatments again.  Last Friday he spiked a fever. After being admitted into the hospital he, in the white hospital bed, and his wife beside him heared the doctor say, the cancer had spread to his blood, his bones, even his heart.

But yours and her story is different. Her doctor said, once she gets through all these treatments she has almost no chance of this sickness returning.

So young and God has given her another chance at life.  A gift not many others have.

God said yes to you, friend.  He only had cancer in one muscle.  She had cancer in every single bone, and still God said, "heal her tiny body."

Friend God loves you.  God loves her.

It's important that you know this also, God loves this Father and his children too.

They have also received a life changing gift.  Sadness is a strong emotion, but they have been given a gift of an emotion that is still a stronger one; Joy, never ending always living; Joy.  Today friend he lives, in pure joy and holiness walking with his Creator, your Creator, baby girl's Creator.  Only hours ago his wife, now widow, mother of five, now single mother knows this Joy.  Yes, even the widow knows this Joy.  It runs deeper then her grief.  It is always abounding and she knows it.  She trusts it.

I know these things to be true because she told me so.

This God of Joy loves the widow, as much as he loves your baby girl.  Someday friend may you and baby girl also know this Joy, this forever living Joy.  Someday friend I hope we sit and talk deeply in heart changing ways about this Joy.  Someday friend I hope you meet this father and his widow.  Someday I hope that the four of us sit with the Creator talking about the sickness of 2013, the one that took him from his family, but was spewed from her body.  When we have this talk may we fully see the Joy that was given everyday that year.

Remember, friend you are loved by the God of the the heavens and the earth.

A fresh page willing the Master to write His love story.

 1. The moon shining through the bathroom window.
 2. Taking my husbands hand as we walk life.
 3. Motherhood.
 4. Crickets chirping me to sleep.
 5. This house.
 6. Acres and acres of land.
 7. A job I love.
 8. Tattoo of grace, a pillar, a reminder saying, "never forget."
 9. Perfect Grace that has no end.
10. Friends to love me.
11. Bewilderment.
12. Rejection.
13. Deep heart wrenching pain...
14. And still Joy.
15. A failed garden.
16. Garden fresh veggies from a friend.
17. Seasons ending.
18. Surprises of what is to come.
19. The labor pains a mother has as she is being birthed into the age of school.
20. The excitement of a small boy as he counts down to the start of 13 years of learning.
21. A visit to the doctor to find there are no broken bones.