Outside my window…it’s still light out yet three little boys are gently snoring away. My only reward on a day without naps.
I am thinking…about William and his white balloon. Last week when I went grocery shopping, I brought Joseph and William each a balloon. William’s was the white one. We always cut the lollipop off the bottom because the kids tend to throw the balloon up and down and we learned the hard way that doing that can cause the lollipop wrapper to tear and the lollipop gets crushed and it makes a big sticky mess…usually we replace the lollipop with a toy to help hold the balloon down. Well, to make a long story short, William did not want a toy on the end of his. He took it into the living room and let it float to the ceiling and then proceeded to turn the fan on. Of course the balloon got caught in the fan and popped! William was devasted. So today when Daxson went to the grocery store, he brought home new balloons for both boys. William got the white one again. Only today he refused to let it go. If he needed to do something else, he begged Daxson or me to please hold his balloon for just a minute. Bedtime arrived. William refused to come into the bedroom. He was in tears standing just outside the bedroom door, clutching the ribbon to his balloon. Finally, I realized the fan was on. We turned the fan off, William climbed in bed with his white balloon. He held it tightly all through storytime. The lights were turned off. I looked over and William was still holding tight. His breathing steadied. His eyes drooped closed. His hand never released the string to his white balloon.
From the learning rooms…check out our “A”mazing first week Along the Alphabet Path.
In the kitchen…crockpot meals. I just love making dinner first thing in the morning knowing it will be ready early evening without any help from me.
I am wearing…a black t-shirt and gray shorts.
I am hoping…to pull Holly Pierlot’s book A Mother’s Rule of Life off the shelf and reread it soon. Very soon.
I am hearing…just the gentle hum of the computer. Peace.
Around the house…switching out baby clothes. Already putting away newborn and small sizes.
One of my favorite things…conversations between William and Joseph. Here is a recent one that still makes me giggle.
Joseph loves to play school, with him as the teacher, of course. So one day I hear him say to William, “William. It’s time for school. I’m going to be the teacher. You’re the student.”
William replied, “But I don’t want to be the stupid.”
Joseph giggles. “No, William, not the stupid. You’re the student.”
“But I don’t want to be the stupid.”
Now Joseph is getting frustrated. “No, William, you’re not the stupid. You’re the student.”
William, very insistent. “I DON’T WANT TO BE THE STUPID.”
“Fine. You’re the class.”
“Okay. I’m the class. You’re the teacher.”
Joseph, quite relieved. “Good. Now we’re going to work on the letter A. A says a. Now you say it.”
“But I don’t want to do the letter A. Let’s do the letter B.”
“No, we’re doing the letter A. Now repeat after me. A says a.”
“But I don’t want to do the letter A. I want to do B.”
You can imagine…this was not a very productive lesson.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing…