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How Do You Know a 3 Year Old Loves his Family?



 I've been taking Christmas pictures of my children since well.. I've had them. The other night #6 brought me an 8 year old Christmas photo and was VERY VERY sad.  You know sobbing with the lip out sad.



I asked him what was wrong, and he told me; "I'm not in this picture. Where am I mommy?"


I did the best I could explaining to a 3 year old where he was 8 years ago, and he demanded that I somehow put him in the picture. 


I asked him why he wanted to be in the picture, and you know what that sweet little muffin said?  "I just love my fambly (family) and I want to be with them."  That warms my heart. 🙂


He’s Not Sleepy, He’s My Brother!

#6's crib is in The Man and my bedroom. I've always had the babies (when they were babies) sleep close to us.  If you follow me on Instagram you'd know that I sometimes take photos of my children when they can't sleep. Last night #6 would not go to sleep..


So we watched a little Seinfeld…

Then his sweet sister #3 came in to talk (like she sometimes does). #6 asked her to "peassse get in the bed wit me Aheee."  Being the good sister she is, she did.  I fell asleep thinking she went up to her room, when I got up later to check on him, this is what I saw.


When I woke up here's what I saw:



This totally cracks me up, and is quite possibly the sweetest thing ever. Sometimes I feel sorry for my other children, because they didn't have as MANY people to love on them as #6 does everyday.




Listening:   My children are all busy doing school stuff.  Currently they are kind of quiet.  #6 is running around in the new shoes I bought him say; "I wanna go outsidddeeee! Peeese Mommy?"

Loving: That #6 is an EXCELLENT communicator.  He is ALWAYS talking, ALWAYS learning. It makes my heart smile.

 Thinking:  I have entirely TOO MUCH stuff to write down/correct before the first of September.  I'm reading this super cool book on confirmation… and I want to change some of the curriculum I wrote for confirmation to include the stuff I just read.  I also have the after school program curriculum to finish, a sermon to write for September 29th, and PowerPoints to finish for September's Youth Group.

Wanting: To go to Longhorn with the man.

Needing:  To plan my meals for this weekend and the upcoming week.  Figure out what kind of cake #3 wants for her birthday Tuesday and what kind #3.5 wants for her birthday Wednesday.

Stalking: I'm embarrassed to say it, but Candy Crush Saga level 144… don't think less of me 😉

Sometimes When You Homeschool.. You Have to Pull Out the Big Guns

I've been homeschooling since 1998.  In that time I've had a couple of children tell me they wanted to go to public school. Usually when this happens I say..

  • Go ask your father.
  • Are you sure you want to get up that early?
  • Do you want to miss out on the stuff we do during school hours?
  • Do you really want to ride a school bus?
  • You know you are not going to be able to snack whenever you want too.. AND they don't have iced tea and lemonade on tap.
  • You can't wear your pj's all day.
  • What about when we go to the American Royal? You'll have to go to school!
  • Won't you miss your mother?
  • What about Netflix? Who will watch Netflix if you are in school?

Sometimes the more brazen children will tell me; "I don't care, I'm want to go!"  When that happens, we practice going to public school the next day.  The school bus arrives at our house between 6:50am and 7:02am. 

I woke #5 up at 6:00am, if you are older and want to go to public school, you will have to get up around 5:00AM. He took a shower, had breakfast, made his lunch, packed up ALL of his textbooks and put them in his backpack and marched outside to wait by the drivers ed car (not at the end of our very long driveway) for the bus to come.

homeschool2#5 going out to wait for the bus.


While #5 was waiting for the bus… I admired my pink crepe myrtle.


And the butterfly bush.


He refused to speak to me while he was waiting…  But I think he's realized this might not be all it's cracked up to be.


The bus went by…. Can you see the yellow-orange bus?

#5 came in the house, and the plan was for us to go upstairs and start school…. and continue until public school was released. I walked upstairs… and this is what I found.



He was asleep.  When he woke up he said he said; "I don't think I'm cut out for public school."

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