I am beyond understanding…why I can’t get the formatting right on this Daybook, so be patient with my inconsistencies.

Outside my window…it’s sunny and beautiful (but extremely hot, hot, hot).

I am pondering…this thought from Pearl S. Buck…

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:  A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive.

To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death.

Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off…They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.” 

I am wearing…khaki shorts and a light pink tank top.

I am creating…a happy home.

I am thankful for…naptime.  I know I say that often, but as a mommy of two little ones, I really am thankful.

 

From the learning rooms…well, school’s not exactly “in” right now seeing that it’s the middle of summer, but Joseph has a sudden interest in copying and dictation, so I’m obliging.  He’s eagerly been copying what the giants all say in A First Book of Fairy Tales.  His favorites?  The Selfish Giant’s quote, “What are you doing?” and “Fee Fi Fo Fum!  I smell the blood of an Englishman!” from Jack and the Beanstalk. 

From the kitchen…fresh spaghetti sauce with delicious home grown tomatoes from Grandpa Larry’s garden.

I am anxious…to hear all about Mom and Dad’s recent trip to Ohio.

I am reading…Boys Should Be Boys by Meg Meeker.

I am wondering…why William feels a compulsive urge to climb into every bucket, laundry basket, or box.

One of my favorite things…listening to William as he begins to explore the world of talking…some of his new favorite words…”ta” for coffee (he likes to help Daxson make coffee each morning), “doe” for door, “pour” for four…and one we hear quite often…”pall” for fall, as in “William, be careful…you’re going to fall!”. 

Here is picture I thought worth sharing…

Joseph’s cousins have outgrown their Power Wheels so they passed it on, only it doesn’t work!  Not even with a new battery!  But Joseph and William have found that they don’t need it to actually run…their imagination takes care of that!  Now the two of them climb right in and off they go…amazing how many places those little imaginations can take them!