Oh, the songs that were made up about that lizard! And how Lukas adored it! He would even say things like, "No, he won't run away! He loves me!" Oh, my. It was a big deal though, catching that thing. And aren't the colors on his tummy amazing? It was with pure joy that he corralled him again and again in his water table. I believe they even sent him down the water slide once. Poor creature. Speaking of boyishness, we celebrated "JUNGS" this week: Boys. Traced the boys and they got to color themselves in.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Saturday, April 27, 2013
The goodness of children. They ran from apartment to apartment, hoping to see a bag left out for them to pick up. At first there were hardly any, and I began to wonder if they kids would get discouraged. But to see their faces at the first, then second bag, then so on... was amazing. Their eyes would light up, they'd grin and want to get it down the stairs all by themselves. We took the collection in our car so that Lukas could see all the other helpers, and the mountains of collected food, at the food bank. He felt part of something big, and felt the joy of showing love to others by collecting food for them!
Friday, April 26, 2013
Our Destress Place. Cares of the week washed away with the waves. We found huge sea kelp pieces. Huge bulbs and sea cucumbers. Climbing on sandstone, and seeing things from new heights. The last picture is from some shells and feathers Lukas found on the beach. With them he made a little memorial for our friend Becca's baby, who had no heartbeat at her prenatal appointment. She was 5 months along and completely devastated. And she was the Primary President. Lukas is a sweet kid and was thinking about it, and wanted to make something to remember the baby. (He has a candle in Struppi's fishbowl to memorialize his first pet, and I'm thinking the idea spawned from this.) It's important to remember and deal with hard things, and to talk about them, and I'm so glad he is getting lots of chances to learn about grief and seeing different ways to deal with it.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Jill, Kaelyn and Reanne joined us to run all over passing out papers announcing the upcoming collection of food for our area's Mormon Helping Hands project. We saw lots of neighbors, and the kids were unbelievably ecstatic about "helping". They wanted to follow the prophet and would sing as they'd go, leaving no house unvisited, and going about their task with such an earnestness that left me feeling so grateful for their giving hearts and willingness to serve others.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Now that we've been watching the boys Monday through Thursday for 11 hours at a time, Fridays are not only looked forward to but needed immensely! A nice to for both Lukas and me to unwind from all the crying, vomiting, and caring for 2 very needy children.
|The tide was so low it was a wide beach day!!|
|Staying where the water is warm.|
|I drew faces, and Lukas added hair. And he doesn't know he is practicing pre writing skills by doing it either. Wha-la!|
|"Hier Mama!" as he gives me stones, feathers, shells, or whatever else he finds. We love exploring through the dredges of Nature's leftovers!|
|Pulling his own weight.|
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Indianer, Instrumente, Introspection (lol)
It was fun to play this week and have a few fun things to make. The boys decorated their headbands and carefully chose feathers. I know it's not really politically correct, but the stories were of real people, and the instrument-drum playing was a hit. The dandelions were out in masses this week, carpeting the hillside. The boys kept running up to me giving me more and more. Good ol' man competition. Lukas has a sure win though. :) That boy had me at hawwo (hallo). The other thing I loved about this week was watching the love of God come out of this kid- in the way he is so inquisitive about nature, and how he takes a lot of time to consider the lilies-- or the ants-- in the field. How they grow. How they move. What they look like when dead or alive. And I love the way he shows natural friendship to his sweet friend Craig. Craig is the neighborhood boyscout. He has showed my son how to burn ants with a magnifying glass, strike matches, and whittle with a pocket knife. He is 9 and in 3rd grade. He uses a wheelchair because his legs don't work, and the boys love to take turns rolling him sometimes. They're also amazed at how fast Craig zooms down the sidewalk on his skateboard, because the little boys always fall off. But not Craig... And they love it. And they love him. And it makes me feel so proud of my son!
Monday, April 8, 2013
Time. Patience. Food prep. Clothing to go out. Stories. Naptimes. Vomit-- oh my gosh. So much vomit from this baby. And Tantrums from Will. But we make it places. They sleep. They play. They explore. And we try to make things start with H this week. Haferflocken (oatmeal in German), Helfen (helping), Heissluftballoon (Hot air balloon) painting. And I get paid $7.50 per hour to entertain two kids for 11 hours a day. And since I'm writing this retrospectively, I was a sucker. But I was under the illusion that I was helping my child and hers, that I was teaching cool preschoolish things, that I was making a difference. Ahhh, the webs we weave when helping people in our congregations. I broke my cardinal rule. Don't do business with Mormons from my own congregation, or Mormons in General. Because when there's a question of ethics, more is expected because of the 13th article of faith. Sigh.