Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Allergies


I have unsettling news to report. Our littlest, the baby of our brood, has horrible allergies. It affects every part of our life, lately, and certainly every meal. He is allergic to chicken, to beef, to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and to bananas. He is allergic to yogurt, to unsugared cereals, to almost all fruits, and to water. He is severely allergic to vegetables in every form. Chopped, diced, steamed, baked, green, yellow, or orange... allergic to them all. But before you despair on our behalf, take heart. There are foods he is not allergic to, foods he can enjoy in liberal quantities. They include, but are not limited to, jelly beans, chicken nuggets (please note, only the really cheap crappy kind that contain breading and chicken "parts"), frozen waffles, french fries (the less potato, the better), honey nut cheerios, chocolate chip cookies, and ice cream in all forms. 

Thank goodness. At least the poor kid won't starve to death.

Three is the cutest age, especially when you've already survived it three other times. I hope I never forget this little phase, in which every time I hand him a plate of something remotely healthy, he shakes his head solemnly, hands it back to me with wide blue eyes, and says, "Mama, I'm allergic to that."

Thursday, April 9, 2015

In Which I Shamelessly Brag...

She memorized 161 events and people in chronological order, 24 history statements including the Preamble to the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights, 44 U.S presidents, the location and capital of the 50 states, the locations of 70 geographic features in North America, 24 science facts including the first 12 elements of the periodic table and the parts of 8 body systems, Latin rules and vocabulary, the text of John 1:1-7 in both English and Latin, 24 English facts including the principal parts of 11 irregular verbs, the multiplication tables up to 15x15, common squares and cubes, basic geometry formulas and liquid, linear, and metric conversions. She stood in front of a teacher for 90 minutes this morning and recited each thing one by one from memory. 

So we bought her doughnut.

A deal's a deal. 

 

Fourth grade is the new college, people.
She's a pretty awesome kid. 

Sunday, February 15, 2015

The Stars of Our Love Story

 Valentine's Day 2015

Once upon a time, there was just the two of us. We were young and didn't waste time deciding we were in it for the long haul.

We were typical.


                                                         We thought we were unique.

We were going to write important things, do important things, see important things.


We were going to go here and go there. Ordinary couldn't touch us.

Our favorite pronouns were "I" and "Me" and we used them liberally when we talked about our dreams.

And then along she came, and she changed us.

And along they came, and they changed us.

And then he arrived. And he changed us.

And a life well lived was slowly redefined, like water rushing relentlessly over a jagged stone until it is finally smooth.


"Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends."
John 15:13

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Inside, Looking Out



                                        Here are a few facts for your early Sunday morning:
1) The first week of February, 2015 is already over and I haven't blogged once since telling the tale of a batch of peanut butter blossoms back in the middle of December.
2) There is more than a foot of snow on our deck and the ground has been white since sometime in the middle of December.
3) Greg hit the two year mark in his employment here in Rochester. Hard to believe. In certain respects it feels as if the time has flown. In many others, it feels as if our family is still sitting at square one here, waiting for some semblance of our old life to begin.
4) Spring is exactly forty days away, and with it, the promise of new beginnings. I sit inside, looking out on the quiet world, with a hopeful, expectant heart.

"Don’t burn out; keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don’t quit in hard times; pray all the harder."
Romans 12:12, The Message

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Day 11: Peanut Butter Blossoms


For some reason this is the only picture I took... It was most likely because I was busy policing my little blond helper, who kept trying to lick the Reese's Cups when I wasn't looking. Chloe loves to bake, and at the beginning of December I told her she could pick out her favorite cookie recipes and we would hatch a plan to make them all. This was the second recipe we baked together, but the first ones (shortbread cookies with chocolate centers) disappeared too quickly to photograph. These peanut butter blossoms are Chloe's favorite - easy and delicious! Side note: we left them to cool on a wire rack, and when we returned to the kitchen to put them away, the blond bandit had eaten the tops off of every.single.cookie.

It's a good thing he's cute.

Day 10: Gingerbread Houses & Sweet Friends


This year we gathered with a few (which in homeschool speak means about twenty) of our friends to make gingerbread houses. More candy ended my in my kids' mouths than on the houses, which is pretty much par for the course. I arrived declaring to all who would listen that we were going to leave no later than 1:00 because I had to get Charlie home for his nap, and we were having so much great fun and conversation that we ended up staying until 4:00. I love it when a good plan falls apart.




Monday, December 15, 2014

Day 9: Co-Op Christmas Party

            24 Days of Joy!

We are part of the best co-op. If you homeschool and have not yet discovered Classical Conversations, plug it into Google and give it some thought. We are halfway through our fourth year, and it has absolutely transformed our homeschooling journey. We celebrated our last day of 2014 with a Polar Express memory review game, crafts and games in the gym, and a big potluck lunch. These are some of my favorite people in the state of New York. I am so grateful for this community of friends.