Backyard Baby Rattler

A Pair of Red Clogs

Flossie and Tiny

What my kids are doing today.... when not being told what to do.

They went into the desert early this morning to find out what had fallen into the trap they had dug.



One stacked tiolet paper rolls and said, "I'm building a pyramid."









And one worked on an original composition for over two hours even though he "has no interest in piano."



The girls played with dolls.







And one designed and stitched together a card holder (library cards, gift cards etc.)


The oldest worked as a P.A. on a promotional film for an architectural firm.

Sean and Cate.

Well, it's official. Not only has Mcabe inherited my intelligence and good looks...but a funky brain as well. One that hangs over his spinal cord a few more millimeters than it should. He's got a lifelong condition like his dear old mom which means coming up with long term pain management strategies..... and I mean this with all of my heart.... after spending 5 hours down at Phoenix Children's Hospital...the Lord is so good to us.

History Curriculum

Jemima's Current Schedule:

Finshing up Saxon 3/4 and moving onto Saxon 4/5
Writing
Apologia Astronomy
Spanish
Literature
Piano
Worship Dance

Today, she inquired about History. "Can I do History?"...she asked.

My reply...."You know all those books you read?"

"Yes."

"Well, make a timeline," I suggested.

So now....I'm ready to hit the hay and she is in the process of doing just that.

Chicken Cutlet Day

Two trays for tonight's dinner. Two trays for Aunt Florence and Uncle Tiny...and ten trays for the freezer.

Algebra 1

Happy Birthday, Papa

I have an earthly father who loves unconditionally...who sacrifices daily....who picks up his cross and lays down his life every step of the way. When I was a child....he was there all the time...swimming, riding bikes, playing backgammon, catching butterflies.... and collecting seashells. When I was teen ....coming home in the wee hours of the morning.... as teens tend to do...he stayed awake until he knew I was safe...always...without fail and when I cried and complained, "I just don't get it!"....he went over my algebra with me. When I brought home a rebel...he found ways to embrace him. When I gave him grandchildren...he loved them...and holds a very special spot in his heart for the ones he never got to hold in his arms. He gifts us with piano....and provides drums and guitars so that his grandchildren can follow their passions. He drives to doctors appointments...to math lessons...and everywhere in between. He is my dad. The one who packs up the boys and heads North a few times a year so that they might experience the joys of hunting, plays tennis with them and discusses the intricacies of politics and the stock market. He's the one who rides the tracks at the choo choo train park with the girls...takes them to "kids" films and gives art lessons in his garage. My father is a gift from the Lord. Because of him...I am able to trust easily. He's passionate, truthful, transparent and humble before the Lord. He is warrior for Christ. My father.

Astronomy

Galilee burning a hole into a KitKat bar and learning why looking directly into the sun is not a good idea...even though it is 92,935,700 million miles away.

Today Jemima inquired about her birth name. "Bakytgul Maksubieva"...I told her. She had a good long giggle over that one.