Aaron and I just had a lovely conversation. He was sharing all of his goals and aspirations in life. Things like that he wants to be a dad and have a "bunch of kids like the tribe". He also shared some of his specs on his future wife. First he said, "I want a wife that has hair like the Tribe mommy". A few minutes later, he said, "I changed my mind. I want a wife that is a mommy just like you".(do you see my heart melting?)
The conversation continued as he talked about all the different jobs he'd like to try...fire guy, airplane guy, trash guy, etc... Finally, he ended with
"I don't think I want to do any of those things actually. I think I just want to be one of those very nice British guys."
So there ya have it. If in twenty or so years, you see a very nice British guy with six kids and a mommy just like me, chances are it's my Aaron. ;-)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Reason #783 Why I love homeschooling
I can learn all of the things that I somehow missed during my own education.
Things like...
the height of a Cormorant (and even what a cormorant is)
how many seconds are in a year (I'd type it for you, but I've already forgotten and Jerald is asleep so I can't ask)
How to read a map (okay, I didn't miss this...but my kids are better at it than I am)
How it's possible to read while hanging upside down
That potty training a strongwilled child is more difficult than calculus
Tonight, brought one of those moments where I remember I am ill-equipped for this job. Yet I am so blessed by it. While watching a documentary about Thomas Jefferson, I was surprised to learn that he and John Adams both died on the same day. (July 4, 1826 in case you are wondering) I was even more surprised to learn that Jerald has known this information "for several years, at least since I was five or so".
By the way, James Monroe also died the same day just a few years later. I didn't learn that from the documentary. Jerald went and grabbed the book and showed me exactly where he read it a very long time ago.
It so blesses me in these moments, to see his love for learning, his passion for truth and his sincere desire to educate others. It also amuses me to see his brilliance right next to his failings and it reminds that we all have strengths and weaknesses.
Things like...
the height of a Cormorant (and even what a cormorant is)
how many seconds are in a year (I'd type it for you, but I've already forgotten and Jerald is asleep so I can't ask)
How to read a map (okay, I didn't miss this...but my kids are better at it than I am)
How it's possible to read while hanging upside down
That potty training a strongwilled child is more difficult than calculus
Tonight, brought one of those moments where I remember I am ill-equipped for this job. Yet I am so blessed by it. While watching a documentary about Thomas Jefferson, I was surprised to learn that he and John Adams both died on the same day. (July 4, 1826 in case you are wondering) I was even more surprised to learn that Jerald has known this information "for several years, at least since I was five or so".
By the way, James Monroe also died the same day just a few years later. I didn't learn that from the documentary. Jerald went and grabbed the book and showed me exactly where he read it a very long time ago.
It so blesses me in these moments, to see his love for learning, his passion for truth and his sincere desire to educate others. It also amuses me to see his brilliance right next to his failings and it reminds that we all have strengths and weaknesses.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Little Rebels versus the egg
A couple of weeks ago, Jerald attempted to explain even and uneven force to his siblings. He decided to use an egg to demonstrate that if the force is evenly distributed, the egg is not fragile as we think, but is rather strong. The egg only becomes fragile when the force becomes unevenly distributed. It was a fun lesson for them...especially when they were able to crack the egg and make a mess at the end! It was fun for me to watch. They were all very cautious at first, then trying to break the egg with great determination and being very surprised at their inability to do so.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Hodge Podge
So, I'm a bit behind. Such is life I guess. I had grand plans to complete my "2008 in review" BEFORE the first of the year. Here it's February and I'm not done. Over two weeks of internet troubles, vacation, back injury, trying to get caught up on life...I guess life in general just got in the way. I've had at least a dozen blog posts go through my mind at inconvenient times and of course, most of them are forgotten now.
A funny from the other day...
Parker HATES to wear clothes (that's not the funny part). It's beyond just wanting to be naked, he just cannot stand the feel of most clothing...everything is too tight or too itchy or it's one piece. Whatever the outfit is, he usually has a reason for hating it. It's been plenty warm in the house and he's only two, so I've been a little lenient in this area lately. It gets tiresome constantly redressing him. Anyways, the other day he was in just a diaper and decided to put on his Winnie the Pooh snow boots (the only shoes he will wear besides crocs btw). After a bit, he comes to me in boots/diaper and we have this conversation...
P: I go outside?
Me: You need more on than that, it's cold outside.
P: (thinks for a minute) Do I need a hat?
A few hours later, he came to me, clothes in hand. I helped him get dressed and he said, "I not a nakey boy. Now, I cutey boy"
On a less funny note, today marks two years since my Grandpa died. I miss him. His snicker and the way he'd slap the arm of his recliner when he was really tickled about something. The way he would always say, "Helloooo dere Smelly Kelly Mud-duck" when I walked in the door. His quiet strength and unending support. It's funny too, how things you think are awful and hard at the time can become cherished memories. I remember being asked to cut his hair and clip his nails during the last couple months of his life. It was not an easy thing for me and certainly not something I wanted to do. Yet, it remains one of my most precious memories. The opportunity to love him and serve him in such a way is not easily forgotten. Sigh. Life goes on and we keep moving forward, working through times of joy and grief, triumph and defeat, ho-hum days and "will this ever end" days. Missing those we love, loving those we are still with...so goes the story of life.
Today is also a day of joyous celebration. Happy Birthday to my Aunt Lynnie! I know your birthday is marred by the loss of your daddy, but I pray it's a great day despite that. I know we only see you a couple times a year, but you are a blessing to me. I love you and I'm glad you are in my life!
A funny from the other day...
Parker HATES to wear clothes (that's not the funny part). It's beyond just wanting to be naked, he just cannot stand the feel of most clothing...everything is too tight or too itchy or it's one piece. Whatever the outfit is, he usually has a reason for hating it. It's been plenty warm in the house and he's only two, so I've been a little lenient in this area lately. It gets tiresome constantly redressing him. Anyways, the other day he was in just a diaper and decided to put on his Winnie the Pooh snow boots (the only shoes he will wear besides crocs btw). After a bit, he comes to me in boots/diaper and we have this conversation...
P: I go outside?
Me: You need more on than that, it's cold outside.
P: (thinks for a minute) Do I need a hat?
A few hours later, he came to me, clothes in hand. I helped him get dressed and he said, "I not a nakey boy. Now, I cutey boy"
On a less funny note, today marks two years since my Grandpa died. I miss him. His snicker and the way he'd slap the arm of his recliner when he was really tickled about something. The way he would always say, "Helloooo dere Smelly Kelly Mud-duck" when I walked in the door. His quiet strength and unending support. It's funny too, how things you think are awful and hard at the time can become cherished memories. I remember being asked to cut his hair and clip his nails during the last couple months of his life. It was not an easy thing for me and certainly not something I wanted to do. Yet, it remains one of my most precious memories. The opportunity to love him and serve him in such a way is not easily forgotten. Sigh. Life goes on and we keep moving forward, working through times of joy and grief, triumph and defeat, ho-hum days and "will this ever end" days. Missing those we love, loving those we are still with...so goes the story of life.
Today is also a day of joyous celebration. Happy Birthday to my Aunt Lynnie! I know your birthday is marred by the loss of your daddy, but I pray it's a great day despite that. I know we only see you a couple times a year, but you are a blessing to me. I love you and I'm glad you are in my life!
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