“Tee, Mommy! Tee! Tee!”
What in the world? “Chalk?” I ask.
“Uh Huh, Tee” and he marks the chalk board.
Ahh, chalk makes “t”‘s and other letters.
With every child learning to speak comes a new language for a mother to decode.
Giant: “Mommy, how do babies get out of their mommy’s tummies?”
Mommy: “Um, through the birth canal.” (LOVE that term)
Giant: “But, does it hurt?”
Mommy: “Oh,…yes.”
Giant: “But why does mommies have birf…why does babies come out of mommies tummies?”
Mommy: “Because that’s the way Heavenly Father made us! So we can have babies to love and hug.”
Giant: Ponders this. Then, “What do daddies have?”
Mommy:”….Muscles. So they can hold and walk with the babies at night after mommies feed them.”
Giant: Nods and smiles.
{as a side note, I suspect some of my boys’ earliest memories will be the feeling of being safely, lovingly, and tirelessly carried in their daddy’s arms as he walked them to sleep as babies}
Much better today. And I think I know why.
Our focus.
Yesterday, I wrote a message and dived right into decoding it, just getting it over with. Focus being to go through the routine of learning time.
Today, We started learning with prayer and Story of Christ.
SOOOO much better. Better feelings, better listening (on both my and my son’s parts), better lesson.
Sooo much to learn. Yet I feel there is so little time.
Can we do this? Yes we can!!!
At least, I think so.
Tried a bit of organization and scheduling on and off the last couple of weeks, just trying to find my “groove” again.
So, Monday. And Homeschooling. And Life.
Bring it on!
We studied a picture of Jesus, and even did a morning message.
The boys and I have gotten out of practice with independent play time. Between a grandma and a daddy being around, they’ve become accustomed to having someone playing with them and taking them outside to play a lot.
Which I love.
But it has set an interesting standard for me.
Especially with a new baby whose special talent seems to be projectile poop.
All over my shower curtain.
Just as two other little boys got their shoes on and were heading out the door because I told them “I’ll be just a minute! You guys go on outside.”
Actually, I probably said, “…You guys can go outside.”
I just like to pretend I have a cute accent. In my head.
Where was I?
Ah, projectile poop got cleaned up. Sort of. Then I took the boys outside to ride bikes. Then we walked down to the swimming pool and Giant had his first swimming lesson.
He now lives in his swim shorts.
