Last night somewhere around midnight the Pastor and I decided that we needed to rearrange the house. Really. We moved parts of the family room to the living room and parts of the living room to the kitchen and family room and parts of the family room to a bedroom. And we are all much happier now. We can sometimes be impulsive but the state of the school room (family room) left a lot to be desired and some of our kiddos needed a little less competition for his brain’s attention. So the t.v. has been moved to another spot. The school room is now much more spacious and much more devoted to a singular purpose. And they all lived happily ever afterish.
Yesterday we made a salt dough model of mercury. Only it’s not really the correct color. It’s more the color of salt dough. But the kids all had fun mixing, kneading and making craters.
This afternoon while I worked on math, reading and language lessons with my 6 year old, my 7 year old was busy mentally ingesting the ginormous book, or rather books, he’s been working on since last April! I was so proud of how far he’s come that I had to take a picture. It’s moments like this when a homeschooling mom gets a real sense of accomplishment and gets a second wind to keep pushing on through the many trying days.
He has been reading The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis since last April, starting with The Magician’s Nephew. He is now at the end of the Silver Chair and anticipating his arrival at The Last Battle. I am so dadgum proud of him.
Ate a nice relaxing dinner together, a yummy chicken noodle casserole. Despite all of my guilt over several pesky pounds that I’d like to shed, I am still apparently in hibernation mode because I can’t for the life of me make anything other than comfort food. God have mercy on my soul.
The kids all stunk like three day old meat (well, maybe not quite that bad) so everyone had to have a bath. And one looked particularly cute after his bath. I was forced to get the camera.
As you can see, I have quite the
dimple… devilish grin free spirit to contend with.
While this one was bathing his littlest brother was standing there watching him practice holding his breath and proceeded to count to ten. I decided that this was worthy of a Skype call to Grandma and Grandpa since it’s been a while since we Skyped them. He promptly counted to ten for Grandma, with his 4 year old brother cheerfully chiming in, and she promptly exploded into raucous cheers! (Thanks Mom!)
Have I ever mentioned that
I do. It’s the greatest invention since sliced bread. Skype, I love you. If I wasn’t already married to a really hot pastor, I’d marry you. By the way, aren’t my parents adorable there? Stinkin’ cute! (Sorry Dad. It’s true though.)
So that’s some of what’s been happening at the lunchbox. Hope you had a great day too.