Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.
Beanie and I might be talking about her puppy, potties, the weather, the War in Iraq – anything really – and this statement will, invariably, be made, “Wennie’s not fwee; see’s dus two. See’s not a big guhl like me.”
At which point, I agree that her cousin is only two and yet a big girl, in her own right.
Today when the sun came out Christopher shouted, “Hurray!”
For a moment I was touched that it meant as much to him as it did to me and then he said,
“Now I can do my experiment with my magnifying glass. I love to experiment!”
He has been trying to set things on fire.
“Two nights ago I dreamt I saw a tent full of kittens and they were meowing so sweetly…yup.”
1. It was grey grey grey grey here today.
2. I spell grey, the English way, with an “e” rather than the American way with an “a”. With an “e” it seems greyer.
3. My name is spelled with one “l” which is the Scottish spelling, rather than the English which uses two.
We are 2/3 of the way through the school year.
I still have two students and a tag-a-long and I still have a thick head of hair, despite somewhat constant tugging.
My kids are learning and so am I.
They could tell you quite a bit about American History, biology, grammar and math.
I can tell you that sometimes I’ve had to shift in order to catch my sufficiency of grace. Don’t get me wrong, I get it, but at times I have been looking the other way and it hits me in the head. Grace is grace. I am learning to watch for it, to expect it and to keep my arms open in order to get all of it so that I never run out.