the kids
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first swim class, check.
Today we finished our first month of swim class. Well, technically there’s two more days to go, but David and Judah are going out of town for the weekend (more on that later), so today was Judah’s last day. Overall, it’s been a good experience. Six mornings a week felt like a huge time commitment at first, but it’s not a big deal if we miss a day here and there, so it’s turned out to be fine. I’d say Judah really enjoyed the class about sixty percent of the time. Okay, maybe the whole month was a little bit of an emotional roller coaster for him and Joshua. It…
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wednesday.
dosa queen our first real rain in months and months In Amie’s world, pigs and sheep and ponies and dinosaurs are all best of friends Why there are so many pictures of Amie on the blog I said, “Okay, fine. You don’t have to smile. What face do you want to make?”
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swimming lessons.
Judah is doing three weeks of swimming lessons at a school a few blocks down the street, so the past couple of days we’ve been trying to get ourselves out the door for class at 8:00 a.m. He’s only had two classes so far, so we’re still getting adjusted. He actually hates it . . . there have been lots of tears and clinging to Mommy. Oh how thankful I am for a four-year-old’s ability to actually tell you what’s wrong! It’s a brand new season of life, folks! Judah said he likes the pool, but he doesn’t like his teachers. Honestly, I don’t blame him–two of the swimming coaches…
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the scooty.
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the gift that keeps on giving.
Problem: it’s eighty degrees and the kids still insist on wearing the winter pj’s Pat gave them. Solution: make summer pj’s! Our language teacher, Neetu, is also a tailor, and altered these pj’s for us! At first, there were tears of protest from Judah: “But I want to be hot!!!!” But now he loves them!
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this guy.
He’s looking less and less like a baby–or even a toddler–with each passing day. He’s tall and thin and his face is losing it’s chubbiness. He’s growing into a knobby-kneed little boy. And he’s perfect. Naps are few and far between, and I’m fine with that. Whenever he does fall asleep in the afternoon, it’s certain to be a late night. But sometimes, during his quiet hour-and-a-half on my bed, surrounded by piles of toys (each one meticulously chosen), he’ll pass out. I love him so much it hurts. I’m full of wonder at how God is working in his heart. Here there are so many opportunities to share what…
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hand-me-down.
Thank you, Annie!
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amie and lina.
Our creative girl discovered a way to play cars with her cousin.
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family resemblance, take two.
My mom: Me: Miss Pea: (thanks to my cousin Rachel for the pic of my mom, and to my uncle Mark for scanning the pics of me)
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family resemblance?
My momma Ams-the-Bombs