So I've decided to get back on the wagon. And in order to re-motivate my bloggin' I'm going to COMMIT myself to blog every single day of this coming week.
You heard it. It's true.
I bet you are so excited.
To start off what is probably going to be a week of a whole lot of randomness, is a post I'd like to entitle "Nine in the Morning."
At nine in the morning, we should be good little homeschoolers and sitting down unravelling the mysteries of the world. Growing our minds... expanding our universe!
This is what nine in the morning actually looked like in our house today...
"Mommy? Mommy will you please play Twisters with me? Please?"
I read somewhere that when a child says a word wrong, or makes
some horrendous grammatical error, you are supposed to repeat back to
them whatever they basically just said, but insert the correct word. This
is a nice gentle way to teach them, so they don't feel incredibly stupid or
embarrassed. I've tried this approach countless times over the years.
Here's my response to Lena and her "Twisters."
Me: "You want me to play Twister with you?"
Lena: "Yes, Mommy. And mommy... it's actually called Twisters.
TWISTERS Mommy."
It would seem that whoever came up with that gem of advice, didn't realize
there's no arguing with a four year old.
Moving on...
While Lena and I were about to enter the marvellous world of Twisters,
the boys had already entered the wonderful world of...
Lining up towels and blankets.
I should take this moment to apologise for the nasty dark grainy pictures.
I used the camera on my phone today. It doesn't like dark rooms. Or moving
objects. Or taking good quality photos.
After snapping that dreadfully dark picture, I thought I'd give the flash a try.
It didn't go so well. Anyone read "The Host?"
Naturally, I had to ask what exactly they were up to.
"Where playing ships!"
Of course. Apparently the blankets and towels are some sort of runway for their airplanes.
I may or may not have been scratching my head about why this game was called ships and not planes,
but hey, it was morning, and obviously some of us weren't quite thinking straight here.
It could have been me.
Here are my boys and their "ships." Well, actually.... here are Reid and Jarom showing me
their ships, and Conner letting me know "I can't show you my ship!!! My ship is BROKEN!"