Showing posts with label Kiddos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kiddos. Show all posts

28 June 2020

Wisdom from Our Addra

(Essentially I copied this from where I originally posted it on Facebook.)

Okay, this is partially a braggy post about how great my 9yo is. But it’s also partially a really great bit of wisdom (from her). So if you want to skip the braggy bit, just go down and read the last three paragraphs. You’ll be glad you did.

In our church, members of the congregation are asked to speak on various topics (we don’t have paid clergy who preach every week). Our family was asked to speak this week—whoever we wanted from the family. So we went home and discussed it and decided that Brice, the 12yo, and I would speak. The 9yo at that time didn’t feel like she wanted to.

Fast forward to this morning, sitting in church before the meeting started, and the 9yo leaned over and said, “Who’s speaking?”

I told her and then ask, “Did you want to speak?” I fully expected her to say no.

She kind of nodded and said, “Maybe.”

So we figured we could give her the space to do it. She tried her talk on Brice while we were sitting there, and then when the time came, she just went right up and gave that talk. No prompting or help from us, except for one small comment from Brice before she did it. And her talk was beautiful and sweet and just perfect coming from her.

I am in awe of this child sometimes. I don’t understand her half the time; she is a mystery—the way her mind works, the things she thinks about, the way she sees the world. But sometimes she pulls back the curtain a bit, and I get to see the incredible soul that she is inside, and I’m so grateful for that. I’m grateful that our Heavenly Parents entrusted her to our family, because she’s something pretty special.

And now for the talk (this is obviously just my basic summary, not word-for-word). She went up and talked about a time recently when she took a bunch of little scraps of fabric from our fabric bin and she put them together and made them into something that brought her happiness and that she has been able to enjoy and play with. She could have just cut the scrap fabric up, and that would have been fun and she would have been happy, but then a few minutes later it wouldn’t matter at all. She encouraged and invited the congregation to use our scraps of time in doing things that will bring long-term happiness into our lives.

She said that you could just eat a piece of chocolate cake sitting out on the counter and you would be happy about it for a few minutes, but it wouldn’t matter for very long. Or you could spend that time cooking something that you could then share with a neighbor, and it would make you happy and that happiness would last for longer.

So, my friends, use your scraps of time in things that will bring you and those around you some long-lasting happiness. Wisdom brought to you by my daughter, who made this doll with her scraps of fabric. (I'll add a photo when I have it.)

25 August 2019

Schooling for the Stays: A Q&A

A Q&A About the Schooling Right Now

Well, as most of you know, we’ve been homeschooling for the past six years. As it comes time that so many of my homeschooling and public school friends back in the States are starting up their school routines, it seemed like I should probably eventually just mention what we’re up to. And... drum roll, please... the three older kids are going to formal school this year!

WHAT?!? you ask. Okay, maybe that’s just me. I had to do a lot of thinking and praying and just taking deep breaths about this. It’s... different. And now for a Q&A.

Where?
A private Steiner/Waldorf school. The educational philosophy meshes with mine surprisingly well, and they do all sorts of awesome things.

Why?
Look, there are a lot of mixed up feelings about this, but I’ll try to sort some of them out. First, the facts: I had happily been planning on continuing to homeschool in Australia and had already connected a little with the homeschool community here. Then I kept on seeing Facebook stuff about the Steiner school here, and it looked honestly amazing. When we came here, there was an open house at Steiner about two weeks later, so we went to check it out.

It’s beautiful. The grounds are lovely and relaxing, the playgrounds are awesome, there’s sticks and dirt and rocks, there’s a garden and just... Well, we went and looked and I sort of teared up because I could tell it would be great, and I didn’t want to do it. The kids were excited about the possibility of another new adventure, of course, and they loved the grounds and met the teachers as well. So, to make a long story short, we signed up! They’ve been in school for term 3 for about a month now.

What’s cool about Steiner?
It’s very hippie. They have gardening, sewing, crocheting/knitting, music (the girls are doing violin, and there’s also recorder and lots of singing), morning tea (just a small snacktime in midmorning), time outside, bushwalks, festivals, etc. They do their lessons by writing their notes in big blank books and illustrating them, and the books are rather lovely in the end. The dress code doesn’t allow for branded clothing or images from movies and TV, etc. They have to wear wide-brimmed hats outside (the girls have worn them elsewhere, and many people recognize them as Steiner kids). Lunches have to be healthy, no packages and processed stuff (okay, this is honestly a pro—healthy!—and a con—eek! no bags of crisps or granola bars). It’s a very slow, rhythm-focused sort of school. Pretty much in philosophy it’s a lot of what I love about homeschooling, but I’m not doing any of it. The kindy area (and the teacher!) is so happy and soothing it makes me feel a little teary sometimes. :)

How are the kids liking it?
The kids are doing really well there so far. They love it and are having a new, very different experience. The 11yo went on a five-day class camp to Uluru and King’s Canyon, with camel and bike riding and hiking and all sorts of fun. She is also learning that the entire school day, every weekday, is tiring. She is handling it very well, though, and adjusting nicely. She got cast as Julius Caesar for their class play, and I’m definitely looking forward to seeing her get stabbed by all her classmates (as is she!).

The 8yo’s camp is coming up (a shorter camp), and she’s excited too, though a little nervous. She is my little creative dreamer, and I was worried that this transition would be hard on her. But her teacher is a lovely woman who understands that all kids have different strengths, and she’s made the 8yo feel at home and help her adjust. It’s lovely to see.

The 5yo has 3.5 days per week, and his teacher (as I already mentioned) is so fantastic. She reminds me a lot of a teacher he had at our homeschool co-op (Mary Kate, we love you!). So chill, so loving and right there with the kids, so focused in on them. Totally unflappable and really kind and just wanting to be supportive of the kids. The whole kindy area is enclosed with a fence to keep it protected and so no one can accidentally wander off, etc. There’s a huge play area with plants and buildings that you can climb in and a huge sandpit and stuff to garden and hammocks and... etc. It’s really lovely. The kids all bring a piece of fruit in the morning that gets cut up for snacks they can graze on when they’re hungry. They each have their own teacup for water. They have weekly breadmaking and a weekly vegetable soup (where the kids all bring vegetables and they make the soup). A weekly bushwalk. Lots of stories and playtime and some sewing. He is really enjoying it and seems happy to be going, and he gives me a giant hug when I come to pick him up.

This leaves me and the 3yo alone most days, which I confess is kinda hard. We’ve done errands a number of times, and we’ve done tons of baking together—more than I normally do. So there are advantages (the baking, the focused attention), but it’s also harder because I’m so used to having other kids helping to entertain him. It has been years and years since I’ve tried to do this with just one kid! It is not my favorite.

And how are you?
Well, there are lots of good things about this, but I’d be lying if I said I was thrilled about all of it. A lot of my negative feelings on the subject are wrapped in insecurities—did I do well enough with homeschooling? am I doing the right thing now? are others going to perceive this as giving up? or will they assume I have suddenly realized that homeschooling was a mistake? Blah blah blah, I could go on for hours about this. But the point is that there are lots of things I worry about, some stupid, some legit. The feelings, they are legion.

Also, I really don’t like being on the daily school schedule (though even that has its benefits—consistency in bedtime and getting up, which is a thing I’ve always struggled with). And having to prepare lunches every. single. day. is pretty much the worst thing ever (I’m only mostly kidding). And did I mention how much I dislike being on someone else’s schedule. Look, I know that’s normal for a lot of the working population of the world. But still, yuck. I almost blew a gasket the other day when I had to call my kid in sick. I am realizing more and more that I have a streak of rebellion, and I think it’s getting wider.

Did I do well enough at homeschooling?
Yes.

Am I doing the right thing now?
Yes.

Are others going to perceive this as giving up?
Maybe. But are they right? No.

Have I suddenly realized that homeschooling was a mistake?
This is possibly one of the things I hate most about the change—the idea that my friends who always thought I was crazy to do it will suddenly believe they were right. I mean, I realize this is stupid to be so worried over what people think, but there it is.

The fact is that NO, homeschooling was not a mistake. It was the right decision until now, just as Steiner is the right decision for the moment. Truthfully, my suspicion is that once this adventure is over, homeschooling will be the right decision again. (Yes, even in high school.) I think that’s the place they’ll do the best in the long run, both for themselves and for others.

Truthfully, I think that doing school for a while like this is going to give them a new appreciation for homeschooling. They knew intellectually, but not yet viscerally, about how much free time they really have always had to pursue their own interests. How little time they had to spend on formal “school” in order to finish all the work that was needed for their grade levels—or more. Now they’re learning it by experience. Both girls have mentioned that it’s so much harder to do all the things they want to do now. So we focus in on what different experiences and learning they’re getting right now—new things they hadn’t done before.

Truthfully, I may be wrong about what the future holds. I was wrong about homeschooling here, for now, so I could be wrong again. Maybe we’ll do... *tries to say the words, gasps* ... public school? (Look, I’m not trying to spit on all my friends who public school. I’m just saying it realllllly isn’t for me, and I’d rather not do it for my kids.) Maybe more private school. Maybe it will be a different style of school altogether. But I’m crossing my fingers and praying for homeschool again.

What will you do next?
Um, oops. I already answered that question above.

Time for another serious moment?
Yes.

I’m still having a lot of ups and downs about school, honestly. I see all the fun new opportunities that they have, and I’m happy about it. I see all the things that they’re missing out on, and I’m sad about it. I get asked what school my kids are in, and it just about kills me that I can just name a school instead of saying, “Oh, we homeschool.” I had no idea how much of my identity had been tied to homeschooling until I voluntarily relinquished it. It has, honestly, left a gaping hole. I’m still figuring out how to fill that and how to leave room for change in the future. The old adage about “the one constant is change,” blah blah blah... I’ve never been great with change, so I’m stretching those muscles and trying some new things. It’s hard, and I miss who I was. But I’ve always really liked Elastigirl, so maybe this is my chance to learn to be more stretchy.

But honestly, don’t you just love having everyone gone from home?
Ummm, the 3yo is still home. So it doesn’t really count. (And no, not really.)

Summary statement?
Change and flexibility and growth: good. Having to pack daily lunches: bad. Outsourcing lunch packing to children: good. Never getting to pack crisps or juice boxes: bad and good. Learning to make healthy muffins and yogurt and whole wheat bread: good.

Net effect of learning to change and do something new: grudgingly good.

07 July 2019

Travel Recap, part 2

Here I am, already way behind on sharing what we've been up to so far! But here's the rest of the travel recap at least.



The next leg was the hard one. We were already totally exhausted, and our flight didn’t depart until 11 p.m., with a 15-hour flight time. Fortunately, though we were last-minute adds to the flight (since we were a full day behind our original itinerary at this point), a very wonderful lady on the flight traded places with us so that we could have two full rows instead of a row, a pair, and a single. People like this make the world go ‘round.
Good thing I didn't need to get up too many times, because this was my life for most of the flight.

Here’s how the flight went: Koa fell asleep in the stroller before we even boarded the plane. (Our stroller! Another blessing! We were going to send it in the car but discovered that wasn’t allowed—so we had it for all these adventures, which was so necessary when Koa started getting sick and tired). Ammon fell asleep in Brice’s arms. Coriel and Addra were dead on their feet. So I sat between Koa and Coriel, and Brice sat with Ammon and Addra. Coriel flopped all around for many hours, sometimes into my lap, sometimes on my shoulder—it was funny and a little sad watching her try to get comfy, but at least she was getting some sleep!). Koa too flopped around a bit. Predictably, he threw up again. I had these fancy, wonderful Medline barf bags that Dawn had given me (bless you!), and... I won’t go into more details here, but let’s say they were wonderful but not quite perfect when you can’t get the kid to hold still. Anyway, we got that taken care of. Ammon slept a bunch, Addra too I think (I was too full of the other kids to notice). Brice and I slept very little.

But we all watched a lot of movies! Eventually it was starting to feel like morning to us, so we got movies galore. (Okay, I think it was only 3-ish, but it felt like more.)

I watched Christopher Robin with Koa. At least until we both fell asleep during it, then I kept waking up and feeling like I hadn’t really missed anything. It was EXACTLY as I would have predicted from the first three minutes or so. So yes it was sweet, but it didn’t do much for me.

Our caravan at the Sydney Airport. The luggage trolley behind Coriel was mine.
(Also, I dumped this pic here because my internet decided to make it annoyingly
difficult to move photos. So this is where I gave up.)
Spiderman: Into the Spider-verse! I watched this one alone. I realize I’m really late to this party, but I really enjoyed it. I had heard good things about it, so I went into it hopeful but uncertain. Well, it was just so much fun to watch. Very different in terms of style, made fun of itself and the genre just a bit, pretty good storyline. Totally worth the watch, in my opinion. Seriously. I really enjoyed it.

I watched How to Train Your Dragons 3 with Coriel. My kids have loved the others, as well as the TV series, so she was very excited to see this. I thought it was fine, a fitting end. But I wasn’t super invested in the franchise, so it didn’t thrill me to pieces. Still, it was fun to watch with the kiddo.

And then, finally! We got off the plane at the end of a very long flight. Oh, it was so good to finally be on land again, not feeling like a sardine. Customs wasn’t terrible, and it was a delight to find that luggage trolleys didn’t require payment for use. Which was great, because we had three luggage trolleys. Brice and I each pushed one (with Ammon in the basket on Brice’s trolley), Coriel pushed one, and Addra pushed Koa in the stroller. We were quite the caravan!

Brice had (brilliantly) booked us at the airport hotel. And when I say “airport hotel,” I mean that it was literally across the street from the airport exit. We even got to keep our luggage trolleys with us. Anyway, we checked in, got our luggage to our room (using the elevator three separate times because we couldn’t fit much on it), crammed in the luggage (seriously, we could barely move around it in the hotel room, but at least we didn’t have to take it off the trolleys again!), and got ready to explore Sydney for the day.

Why didn’t we just go straight from Sydney to Alice? Because there is exactly one flight from Sydney to Alice per day. We couldn’t have made it through customs with all of our luggage, then gotten from the international terminal to the domestic terminal and gotten re-checked in, etc., all in the 1.5-ish hours that we would have had. So a lot of people take the one-day layover in Sydney. I’ll do a different post about our day in Sydney, with pics. Spoilers: It involved a zoo, an aquarium, some pretty tasty food, and some throwing up!

We went to bed soooo early and slept a little too late. Well, we didn’t think it was too late. But it turns out we didn’t account for how long it would take to...
* Get all our luggage downstairs
* Wait for the shuttle bus between the international terminal and the domestic one
* Ride on the shuttle
* Get off the shuttle and find a way to haul all our luggage (no longer on trolleys, alas!) into the airport
* Skip breakfast
* Check in
* Discover that the government travel system hadn’t correctly dealt with all our extra luggage, so we had to figure out exactly how much to pay
* Wait while the very helpful, very stressed-out desk agent had to print and reprint our luggage tags because the printer kept jamming and shutting down
* Run Run RUN! through the airport as they were calling our names for final boarding

So that was exciting. But we did indeed make it to the plane. We were the last ones on, and they were clearly waiting for us, but hey, at least we made it.

This leg of the trip was easy peasy, minus the fact that by this point I was feeling sick to my stomach. Spoiler: There is no throwing up in this section of the story! But I did hold a barf bag in my lap the whole time, in between a little bit of dozing. Actually, now that I think about it, I have no idea whether this leg of the trip was easy. I was too busy either napping off the stomach suffering or deciding if I needed to run to the bathroom or just use the little portable bag. But again, no throwing up in the end, and by the time we landed, I was feeling much better.

We got off the airplane straight onto the tarmac, which was pretty exciting for the kids (oh, who am I kidding? I enjoyed it too). Then we were greeted by three of Brice’s co-workers inside the airport. They were undoubtedly showered (unlike us), awake and perky (unlike us), and full of brain power (unlike us). They were also really nice and helpful, and they picked up our luggage easy peasy and helped us get loaded into a shuttle van.

Then they drove us to our new home!!!! And finally our travels were over and our Alice Springs adventures were beginning. And that will be a new post too.

31 May 2018

Um, homeschool stuff...

So, it turns out that the easiest way that I could think of to quickly get a few photos organized and easily accessible on my phone for my homeschool review was to put them in a blog post. So this for me, guys, not really for you.

And without further ado, some random photos.

Art.
















And now PE.





And science.







And other.




16 July 2017

Spa!

 Today the girls gave me a spa day:

-foot bath with peppermint foot scrub
-foot scrub with pumice
-awesome toenail painting with about seven different colors
-hand massage with lotion
-fancy hairdo
-makeup
-shoulder massage

I felt very loved.




08 July 2017

Parenting and Courtship, according to the six-year-old


On the subject of parenting:

* When I have kids, I will let them build mattress forts and leave them up for a long time and sleep in them.

* I won’t make them clean their room ever. I will not give them any jobs or cleaning to do. Well ... maybe I’ll give them table jobs.

* I will let them do table jobs after bath so that they don’t have to wait to do baths. Or if they want to read or do other activities first, I will let them do that.

* I will let them stay up as late as they want so I can stay up too!

On the subject of her future husband:

* He will have to be okay with how I run the house. Before he proposes, I will make sure he doesn’t mind if I let the kids do table jobs later.

* I will make sure that he’s like me, that he likes to stay up late and parent like I do.



I’m looking forward to finding out how this all turns out for her in a couple decades.

02 July 2017

Gingerbread in June

Because why not?

I've never made gingerbread before, and the kids wanted to do something tasty. I don't remember how gingerbread came up, but we decided to go for it.* We found a recipe that even suggested the shape of the pieces and such. It turned out easier to make the dough and harder to actually fit things together than I thought it would be. Learning new stuff! YAY! Next time we make a gingerbread house, though, I really want to make a gingerbread hobbit hole.

We all got a side to decorate, and we used Coriel's cake-spinner-thing that she got from her cake decorating class. So, win!


*Lest you're in the background thinking how cool and spur-of-the-moment I am, let me add that our plans had been cancelled that day, and the kids were sad, and I had to really gear up mentally to do it. Meaning it took me several hours to get up the oomph, and it was after I was already prepared to do something different and fun that day. 

Koa's side. It's a door. Which should be obvious, right?

I have always wanted to do the shingles on a gingerbread roof. Now I have! They started out better than they finished. :)

Brice's side. Awwww!

This is Coriel's heart door. See the doorknob?

My hand-cut gingerbread man.

Addra's roof piece.

A glance at the whole thing, sort of.
In front: Koa's lion/hippo/not sure what it is, but he was determined that it stand up next to the house.
In back: Coriel's happy heart person.
The plate we're working on: Yes, it is indeed the plate that I made when I was six years old. You can't see it, but it has my standard pregnant unicorn on it. All my unicorns back then were pregnant-looking (though not actually pregnant).
The blue rim underneath is the cake decorating wheel thingie.

02 May 2017

In honor of his birthday...

 The baby took nine steps today!

14 April 2017

Totally our kid

There are moments when you turn around and think, "Yep, that kid is definitely mine." This is one of those moments.


31 March 2017

Eating Glue, and so on

I managed to make it through 36 years of life without ever eating glue. Up until yesterday. Yesterday I was sitting at the table with my kids, cleaning up our lunch dishes at co-op. I moved a lid and felt something wet on my hand. It was a little white smear. They'd eaten go-gurts earlier, so I thought nothing of it and just licked it off.

Not yogurt.

The 6yo had a class project sitting next to our dishes, and the class project had huge globs of wet glue. Which is, of course, what I'd just eaten.

In case you're wondering, it was gross. Not the worst thing I've ever eaten (that would be horseradish), but I'd definitely never eat it on purpose. I had to eat an orange slice and a big bite of cake to try to get rid of the flavor, and even then it felt like it was sticking to my tongue. (Sticking. Har har.)

So, there's that item off my bucket list.


In other news, the 2yo is currently even more crazy about reading than his sisters. Yesterday morning he woke up around 5:30 wailing, "Read a book!" Which was pretty much how he'd fallen asleep the night before too.

Also, we were playing with wiki sticks earlier in the week, and I made the letters for the 6yo's name, so the 2yo wanted me to do it for him too. I did, and I spelled out his name while pointing at the letters. It was fun, and then he started jumbling them around and picking up each letter and saying it was his name. Good golly, 2yos are cute.

The next day while I was showering he toddled in (I have got to start locking that door!) holding a bunch of wiki sticks in his hands and saying, "Letters!" Also ridiculously cute. But you probably had to be there to understand.

On second thought, you shouldn't be there. Because I was showering and all.


Now for a teaser: Soon I hope to regale you with tales of our trip to Londontown and my giddy jumping-up-and-down excitement over getting to use a drop spindle. It was good times!

Also, maybe I'll get around to updates on my teen writing class and our epic anthology!

21 February 2017

Wolves

A few days ago, I prayed so hard that I would be able to be patient and be kind and see the positive in the kids. I've been really struggling with them lately.

But then Addra wanted a YouTube drawing video. And then she didn't like the one she chose. Then she wanted a new one and wanted to scroll through tons to find it. Then she started getting upset because it was too hard, she said.

All this time I was getting increasingly frustrated at her. Just pick something! Just try again! It's okay if it's not perfect!

She was crying and upset and just curled up in a blanket by the computer, and I just didn't think I could be nice about this. I knew she needed a snuggle and some comforting, but I didn't want to do it. I went to find Brice to get him to help her so that I didn't make it any worse, but he was eating breakfast and I didn't want to stop him in the middle of a bowl of cereal.

So I took a breath and went back. I sat down beside the red blanket lump and pulled her partially into my lap and started rubbing her back. I told her that I loved her, over and over, and listened to her sadness at how hard the video was. At first I had to bite my tongue to keep from getting cranky at her, but slowly the back rub and snuggling soothed me too.

Five minutes later, I asked if she wanted to try again. Brice brought another pencil and paper, and we both watched the video and tried to draw from it. I paused it frequently so she could erase or catch up, and eventually we were both done.

She was totally happy again and was satisfied with her wolf drawing, and we'd had some happy, loving time together. 

Without a doubt I can say that this was a gift from God. Brice being busy so I had to handle it. My recognition and acceptance of what she needed just then--not criticism or pushing her to try harder, just a snuggle. And most of all the inner strength to actually do what was needed when I didn't want to. It turned an ugly interaction--the kind of thing that we've been having far too frequently these days--into a loving one. I'm so grateful for that gift.

13 February 2017

Spindles, baby exercises

The kids and I are reading Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow by Jessica Day George, and there is discussion in it of carding and spinning, so we watched some YouTube videos about that. Then we watched one about spinning wheels, and I kept waiting to see something that Sleeping Beauty could have pricked her finger on. Alas, there was nothing.

So then we looked at the Perrault text of the story and discovered it mentions a spindle but no wheel! It was a drop spindle! Oh, Disney. The shame of it all.


In other news, every time I've had a baby, I've thought someone should invent a workout routine that uses the baby as the weights. Today I discovered one! Too bad my baby is now too wiggly and too heavy to use effectively for very long.

http://www.realsimple.com/health/fitness-exercise/workouts/too-tired-too-busy-too-bored-work-out/new-baby-strength-training-routine

10 February 2017

Send in the chocolate reinforcements


Ever have one of those days where you have awesome intentions and then your child has a meltdown and then you have to put yourself in time out for ten minutes so you don't say something you'll really regret and then later you're cleaning the bathroom and your toddler runs the water out of the sink all over the floor and then you get through that crisis too and then your child drops a pickle jar on the floor and it breaks and the toddler is mad he can't play in the kitchen and the six year old is upset she can't eat the pickles and then she hides and screams and all you really want is to steal the entire bowl of pudding that your husband made and hide in your bedroom to eat it but you can't because the cranky, tired baby would probably grab it and spill it all over the carpet?

No? You haven't?

Me neither.

01 February 2017

First things first, snowman confusion, fashion

The very first thing Koa said to me this morning when he came out of his room: "Read this book?" He is totally my child.


Today he was looking at an old picture of Brice with a snowman. When looking at any picture, photo or illustration, he is constantly pointing and saying, "What's this?" Or, "This is?"
So he pointed to Brice and said, "This is?"
I told him it was Daddy, and he said, "No." Then he pointed to the snowman. "This Daddy." He was quite adamant.


Addra designed some fantastic dressed today. She is quite the fashionista.


Coriel has been writing some epic stuff lately. I'll try to post some soon. It's pretty great.




23 January 2017

Some days are cooler than others

On some days, truthfully, I am in a foul mood and everything my children do drives me crazy. Then there are other days when they are pretty much the coolest people I've ever met.*

Today has been one of the cool days.

Coriel has to make a brochure for a pretend wizard shop. She's making The Better Broomstick. Part of the description for one of her products is "with the Hexer as your ride, you don't need a guide." The whole thing is pretty much fantastic, and she surely has a brilliant future in advertising.

Yesterday Addra made an alicorn out of a plastic bin. Also, today she drew this awesome picture that's just massively cute.

Koa has taken to wandering around in roller skates. Also, at breakfast this morning, he was dual wielding his spoons.

Ammon is popping out two more teeth and eating everything in sight.

I may be biased, but I think they're pretty cool.








*Middle-aged Mormon Man has a theory about that, which I think it's probably correct. But also, some days my kids are just extra nifty.