Fishing.
For hours.
Cold.
Tag-along
Creative.
Necessary Dance Break.
Simple.
Delightful.
Water.
Striving for a God-honoring daily legacy amid life's beautiful adventure.
This may officially label me a dork, but I just wanted to share…
I love homeschooling. I love seeing how far she’s come. I delight in her hack-job cutting showing signs of control. I thrill at her choppy pencil lines taking on greater form. It excites me to hole-punch her work and flip back through two years of building skill.
It’s breathing hope into our upcoming Kindergarten work,
It’s such a delight to sit down with my little blondie and count animals. Or be blown away when she correctly identifies colors and numbers. Things I’ve never formally taught her. Things she has absorbed with a light in her eyes.
I just love homeschooling. I love sitting beside them when the lightbulb turns on. I love overhearing my preschooler educating my toddler because she just can’t help but share her worksheets while I’m transferring laundry.
I love watching the mastery and encouraging the efforts pre-mastery.
I just love the slow mornings… just the three of us. While the babies nap and Big Guy is gone fulfilling the state’s requirement of public schooling.
I just love it.
I really just love it.
The paste and the rice play and the sharpened pencils and the crayons and the worksheets.
Yes, I’m one of those dorks.
And I won’t have it any other way.
What a blessing, indeed!
Saw various “sensory bags” on Pinterest and thought we’d give it a go with some of our junk drawer “freebies” and a cold “no play outside” afternoon. Gathered some stray beads, googley eyes, small fake flowers, tissue paper, beads, foam stickers, buttons, bows, bells, leftover lotion, veggie oil, corn syrup, food coloring, shaving creme, paint, and various other little items to allow many, many choices.
“Wait, let Mommy take a picture and try not to look like you hate your life…” – Mission failed. HA! –
“Ok, now pick what you’d like to go in your bag.”
Then we added the gooshy choices to their hearts’ delights, squeezed the air out and sealed that puppy up. I added some duct tape to make myself feel a little easier about handing the bag to the preschoolers who would then run through my house with food colored, water balloon bag joys.
The play got mighty creative.
And some bags had to be double-bagged once *ahem* enjoyed.
“AHHHH Attack-face!!!”
I even made one for the babies. (Supervising at all times)
Hannah approved (Little Man was asleep, but later approved).
So the bags were fun for a day. But after two days they turned all slimy. Maybe it was the veggie oil seeping into the freezer bag plastic. Eh, who knows. But we wished them goodbye and counted it a great “get rid of junk AND enjoy the afternoon” craft. =)
Psalm 127: 3-5
Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
During a battle not all arrows stay in the quiver. And we don’t know how long each of these arrows will stay with us. Time is never promised. But we’re delighting in our full quiver.
– Adore these dear ones.
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