Who is Doing What
Annika is taping and poster goo sticking her multi-media artwork in choosy, obvious spots at about the three foot level around the house.
Tryn is reading everything, including chewing up four Encyclopedia Brown books in one day. She is thoughtful and pondering alot in her head, trying to make connections between facts, often interrupting my instructions as she seeks to clarify a fact.
Tristan is matter of fact. And he wails when he doesn't get his way, which is quite spoiled of him and I am a wee bit embarrased that it slipped under my radar so long. He knows all his colors, the Apostles Creed, and more about trains than I ever have.
Gideon climbs up the ladder, sits up on the top of the slide, lies down belly to the slide while holding on to the rail, then lets go. All very deliberate and and dexterous. I am nervous....Annika wasn't even as agile at that age.....and she is my most coordinated.
Gideon was chasing the chickens back and forth through the backyard. He also signs milk, please, more, and the most effective: point and grunt
Tristan, to my chagrin, is still not potty trained. But I am falling back on that old when we move he might regress so why start now.
Tryn is so very busy. I just bought the girls school uniforms for next month. She wants to wear them now.
The best part is that in September, all the uniforms are on sale at the Gap...teehee.
Annika is a lovely hostess and asks guest politely if they would like a cup of coffee and then brings them one. She has sweet people skills, until she kisses their arm or something weird which makes me worry that we are raising those kind of homeschool kids. ;)
We are busily and determinedly working on the house, preparing it for sale and hoping it sells sooner rather than later. The move to the northside is shocking in that God's means really bumped us into action, and then he took the motivator (a new baby) away, and now we are just moving and nothing is standing in our way of getting this crazy house by the freeway with a little yard? You know Stefan loves me when he buys a house with no garage.
Tryn is reading everything, including chewing up four Encyclopedia Brown books in one day. She is thoughtful and pondering alot in her head, trying to make connections between facts, often interrupting my instructions as she seeks to clarify a fact.
Tristan is matter of fact. And he wails when he doesn't get his way, which is quite spoiled of him and I am a wee bit embarrased that it slipped under my radar so long. He knows all his colors, the Apostles Creed, and more about trains than I ever have.
Gideon climbs up the ladder, sits up on the top of the slide, lies down belly to the slide while holding on to the rail, then lets go. All very deliberate and and dexterous. I am nervous....Annika wasn't even as agile at that age.....and she is my most coordinated.
Gideon was chasing the chickens back and forth through the backyard. He also signs milk, please, more, and the most effective: point and grunt
Tristan, to my chagrin, is still not potty trained. But I am falling back on that old when we move he might regress so why start now.
Tryn is so very busy. I just bought the girls school uniforms for next month. She wants to wear them now.
The best part is that in September, all the uniforms are on sale at the Gap...teehee.
Annika is a lovely hostess and asks guest politely if they would like a cup of coffee and then brings them one. She has sweet people skills, until she kisses their arm or something weird which makes me worry that we are raising those kind of homeschool kids. ;)
We are busily and determinedly working on the house, preparing it for sale and hoping it sells sooner rather than later. The move to the northside is shocking in that God's means really bumped us into action, and then he took the motivator (a new baby) away, and now we are just moving and nothing is standing in our way of getting this crazy house by the freeway with a little yard? You know Stefan loves me when he buys a house with no garage.
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