Gosh I was such a mess yesterday. Thanks for putting up with my whining and offering all your delicious tidbits of wisdom. Not only did I take a nap (!!!!!) after writing that post, I also went to bed before midnight. And so today I'm all
Oops, did you miss the part about my emotional instability? My husband and kids super love it, lemme tell ya.
Speaking of kids, my little Paul (he'll be 5 in August) has been having the most precious conversations with us lately. For example, he was asking questions about Tommy and me before we were married and then he got all emotional because he wasn't born yet and he would miss us if he couldn't live with us:
"But where was I when you were in Greece, mama?"
"You were safe and happy in God's heart, getting ready to meet us."
So today he was asking about our retired bachelor neighbor.
"Mr. M. doesn't have a family?"
"He does. He has a mom and brothers....."
"But his kids...are they safe and happy in God's heart?"
He's also learning to read and write, which is awesome and slightly astonishing as I haven't actually made a concerted effort to pre-school him very much this year. His favorite out loud/with magnet letters/with pencil on paper word to spell is p-o-o-p (capitalize on their interests, that's what I say) but the other day, of his own accord, he did this:
Reading from left to write, bottom up, it says "secor", which clearly means "soccer", complete with illustration of boy and soccer ball (above his head, because naturally he is a freaking rock star out on the field). A vowel after every consonant! Be still my proudy pride-filled heart.
Anyway, before I give you all the juicy details I do need to go back through my lists (lists! I hear lists!), but I think we may have all of our books and lesson plans for the next school year and I am SO EXCITED. Instead of just using what we could get our hands on, like we did this year, I made, like, choices. And the choices are good. And the books are lovely. And the information is interesting. Even the kiddos are excited. I think Katie's read half her history book already and done the first lesson in Saxon 8/7. By choice.
Buncha nerds up in here, I tell ya what!
In case you like some of the more seriousish thought-a-rific stuff that comes out of my brain every now and then, you can take a gander at my most recent posts at Catholic Exchange: this one about how I came to embrace the fact that boys don't
have to get to be pregnant and this one about, well, how doing stuff that's actually hard is harder than doing stuff that isn't. And how that kinds sucks, but in a good way.
(yes, the tarp is chic. The dog drinking out of the trough/baby pool. The boy outdoors in his pajamas. We're straight kuntry now, yo!)