Sunday, December 27, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I'm feeling very thankful. I'm surrounded by wonderful people I love and who love me. I've got a wonderful church. I'm blessed to have a great pastor, along with a pastor's wife who is a class act. I've got life long friends.
And obviously, most important of all - besides Jesus - is my own husband and children.
However, this post is not about them.
I've had a couple of discussions recently that has made me realize how grateful I am to have the two best sisters in the world. We couldn't be more different really. We disagree strongly on several things. But I've realized that it has been a long, long time since any of us have had an argument that we didn't "fix" in short order.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
My darling husband went to Princess Auto today because he decided to buy himself one of these hats. Only in black and not quite so fashionable.
The only problem is that he decided to buy FOUR of them. One for him. One for Hannah. One for Seth.
AND ONE FOR ME.
Hmm. Special. I can't wait to wear it next time to church.
Yes. I'm still supremely ticked that it's still STINKIN' cold.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
I do alright at homeschooling. I am diligent and make sure they do not slip behind. In fact, I try to keep them ahead, but that's mainly because it frees up days where we don't have to do any school at all. But I am no great teacher.
And I do NOT have an inordinate amount of patience.
Yes, if Dave was home all day with them, I suspect he would lack in the patience area as well, like I do. However, he is in his element when he is teaching and if there is any time he has extraordinary amounts of patience, it is when he is teaching.
I had a tough morning with my son with mostly behavioural issues. On the bus this morning, since the weather has turned suddenly very cold, there were more kids riding, causing the kids to be packed like sardines. That meant that Hannah and Seth had to share their seat with another kid, which meant that it gave Seth an even greater opportunity to torment his sister, who was sandwiched beside him. He was the worst behaved kid on the bus. And that began our wonderful morning.
And to be perfectly honest, when my patience is tried first thing with my son, I'm hard pressed to regain it before we start school.
We were doing math, and like Hannah did at this stage, Seth has a problem with the number 0. He is finally understanding that 5 + 0 = 5, and not 6. And he finally understands that 6 - 0 = 6. However, if you switch it around (like 6 + __ = 6) he could not grasp that the answer was 0. I tried every visual thing I could think of to help him and I still could not help him to understand.
And then God heard my prayer and his dad came home unexpectedly for lunch.
With an exceeding amount of patience - because Seth did not grasp it immediately, even with his brilliant technique - he visually led him through this problem. I watched the master, trying to pick up some tricks. Truthfully, I don't have the patience (big surprise there) to explain how he so masterfully accomplished this, but I will say that part of it was because of healthy amounts of patience added to his teaching skill.
Smiling as he ate his lunch - he really does enjoy this and should have been a teacher, in my opinion - I tried to defend my inability by explaining our less than perfect morning. And although that is partly true, I know beyond a doubt that I cannot hold a candle to my husband's natural ability to teach.
I will end this post with one last brag about him. He has taken four correspondence courses in the last couple of years (things like technology, real estate, etc., all management-type courses) with the goal of readying himself to qualify for civic management positions. There will be some people retiring within a couple of years and positions opening up. Which means a significant increase in pay and ONE job instead of TWO.
Anyway, my husband has mastered the art of studying (and it IS an art, believe me) so well, that the lowest mark he has received in his four courses is 95 percent. He has gotten one 100 percent, and two 99 percents.
Pretty impressive for a 48-year-old......ancient......man.:)
Sunday, December 6, 2009
"Mom, how do goats kiss?"
"Mom, is Jesus God's second name?"
I told him that no, Jesus was God's first name. He then asked:
"Then, is God Jesus' second name?"