Last night as I’m cooking dinner, Honey comes up to me and says one sentence. After repeated attemps to figure out what she was saying (I thought she was saying, "I want a baby bottle."), this is what transpired:
Honey: I want a baby brother.
Me: Oh, you want a baby brother?
Honey: Yes.
Me: Ask God.
Honey: God, I want a baby brother.
This is what happens when grandma leaves the key in the treadmill when her grandchildren visit. This is what happens when you climb on the treadmill at grandma’s house and put it on at full speed. This is what happens when you stop running as soon as the key is pulled out, but the treadmill has not stopped.
Get a closer look.
Pumpkin today said, "Mama."
My heart just melted.
One of the best things about spring is fresh strawberries. Last Friday we went with our small (about 6-7 families) Catholic homeschool group to a berry farm about 90 minutes away. My children had a wonderful time.
Here’s Brother picking a strawberry. See the puddles in the down the far side of the row?
Sister is holding her basket of strawberries that I picked holding Pumpkin in my Baby Bjorn.
Here’s Honey not knowing quite what to do.
Finally, after about an hour of berry picking we were finished and had lunch. Our baskets were pitiful.
So, a fellow homeschool mom took pity on me and picked grabbed our third basket. After five minutes here was her basket:
Thank you to my friend for giving me some strawberries to eat.
to say "Life imitates art" in the last post. I always tell my husband to cut me some slack since I’m an immigrant when I make mistakes like that. He says it doesn’t count when I’ve been here since I was 3.
During our lunch read aloud of Melissa Wiley’s Little House on by Boston Bay, we reached the part where Charlotte learns that Will would depart for war. I had such trouble getting through the words when Charlotte is crying because she would miss him so much without breaking down myself. My children are facing this right now. Their father will leave in a few days for Iraq. It’s supposed to be a safe assignment, but "safe" is a relative term when you enter a war zone. Lissa, your words made such an impact on me. I realized how much my children will miss their father even as Sister says, "We’ll have lots of fun with you, Mommy."
As I was sitting in the waiting room of my son, Brother’s, therapy clinic, I listened to the two women I see every week. They were so worn down and tired, I felt my heart break for them. Both their husbands are deployed and have been since December. They have such a long road still ahead of them. Life gets put on hold yet must go on. One would like to have more children, but you need your husband in the same country with you. In the meantime, our children need us. There is no break. Even if we leave the children with a babysitter, when we return our chores await us.
Reading over it all, it’s such a ramble of thoughts, but there’s such a need to unburden myself without burdening the one going into a dangerous place.
Well, since I’ve started late, here’s our Easter photo of the children. I think this picture was the 10th or 11th one I took. Maybe next year I’ll just take individual ones. It’s almost impossible to get them all to look in one direction and smile.
Well, I’ve done it. I’m jumping in with my eyes wide open. I’m starting a blog. This is so new and a bit confusing for me. I’m sure the look of the place will change as days go on.
Why Cabbage Patch? Well, my second daughter, Honey, is a huge fan of St. John Bosco. During our read aloud of the Vision book of St. John Bosco, we read "You fellows are like cabbages,..They have to be transplanted several times during their growth. Each time they are taken up and planted in a new place they become stronger until they are perfect." (page 95) As military family, that’s exactly what is happening to my children.
So, welcome.
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