This week my 4 year old daughter gave herself a hair cut. Yep, all of her lovely golden curls, that took nearly 3 years to grow, are now gone. But you know what? I didn’t yell and I’m OK with it. This post may contain affiliate links. Please read my disclosure statement for more information. […]
Before our son became the voracious reader that he is today, he was anxious and easily frustrated with each attempt to read. We had a little boy with big ideas that could understand complexities far beyond his years. He knew the sounds that the letters made, but he struggled with letter combinations, blends and sight words. Learning to read is like learning to run. A baby doesn’t just jump up one day and run across the room. Well, I suppose there may be a few exceptions….but generally there’s loads of single steps and loads of falling long before any walking happens. Running comes last. Our son wasn’t interested in the mundane tasks of learning to walk. He wanted to run!
Our week began with tree climbing, swings, discovering a patch of wild strawberries, and digging in the dirt!
Our toddler, Jade, is the most precious little girl I have ever known. I know I’m biased, but I did give birth to her, so…..yeah. Anyway, as precious as this precocious little girl is I have begun to notice certain traits of hers that confound me. I mean, I don’t remember my son behaving this way. Ever. Of course it’s been five years since he was a toddler, so it is possible that I have simply forgotten… So, I’ve been thinking, “What if I acted like my toddler?”
An overcast day is full of possibilities. When Papa comes home early, we abandon all other pursuits to go play with him.
We are celebrating two birthdays in the month of March…my husbands birthday is the 16th and his moms birthday is the 13th. Because the birthdays are so close together, we try to get together on the weekend of the birthdays each year. There is nothing better than spending time with the ones you love. So, this year we took the hour drive down to his moms house or as the kids call her “Nana Charlie.” Gabriel gave her that name when he was only 3 years old. She had a shitzu named Charlie that Gabriel adored. Gabriel started calling her “Nana Charlie” one day instead of just “Nana” because he could always remember Charlie and it kinda stuck. Now he and Jade both call her “Nana Charlie.”
We wanted to go to the park today. Never mind that it was 48 degrees and raining off and on. We just layered up our clothing, put on our raincoats, grabbed the umbrella and headed out the door. We even managed to convince Papa to come out into the rain with us!
The first thing we noticed when we got to the park was the abundance of parking spaces. We had the place to ourselves! The second thing we noticed…everything was wet, go figure. But it didn’t stop us from having a fantastic outing. We played on the playground, we jumped in puddles, we played at the pond and we walked the trails. After we were fully exhausted, we headed home for warm baths, lunch and then topped it all off with naps. It’s been a good day!
We had our first little snow today…it was less than an inch really. Not a big deal except the children thought it was the greatest thing to ever happen. Gabriel woke up and came rushing into my bedroom, “Mama, Mama! There’s snow! It’s Beautiful! Come See!” As I struggled to wake up I heard him singing in the living room, ” See the Beautiful snow. See the Beautiful snow.”
Jade is always moving. After running, jumping, and throwing snowballs in our first snow of the year, my daughter tumbled face first into a mud puddle.
My sister and brother-in-law decided they they wanted to spend their vacation with us this past week of February. We are always delighted to have them. We always have the best fun together. We always have the best fun together. They live in the mountains of Tennessee and we go to their farm several times a year. Likewise, they come to Georgia to see us.