Woosh

I'm not sure what it was about this last week...

It was sure hard to get going. To get "back in the groove." I'm sure a week of sickness, followed by a holiday on Monday didn't help much.

Little Bit had her first foray with pink sponge curlers. They stayed in long enough for a good look in the mirror...which brought an instant smile.

And then one by one, she pulled them out. And Little Man pulled them apart, into three pieces. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

His matchbox cars have been telling each other about Jesus. There's the good guys and the bad guys and the good guys are telling the bad guys about Jesus.

He's becoming quite prolific on the guitar. (Pretending, of course!) In fact, he and sweet, innocent Little Bit actually broke that wooden guitar (on the neck) - fighting over it. Maybe The Engineer should make her one?

Sweet, innocent Little Bit. Who split her brother's lip when she nailed him on the mouth with her sippy cup. FULL. Of. Milk. She was being totally reasonable. He had a blanket she wanted. (I tease.)

But back to the guitar - which is brought out for jam sessions - I wish you could see Little Man in action. Flipping that guitar...

Jumping off the bench...

Thriving on his mom and dad and sisters the crowd screaming for him! He still wants to take breakdancing lessons.

Back to guitars...real ones, this time. We've both got some pretty sweet calluses. And notice we now have not one, but two guitars. One of them I won on the radio years ago. I sold it to a friend, from whom we are borrowing it. (Kind of tacky on our part, huh?!) 

The other was an unexpected gift. I helped a friend with a little graphic design project. He showed up at our door a week later with an old guitar he said he hadn't used in years. We thought he was loaning it to us. "Loaning it? Oh no. I'm giving it to you." This was one of those times when I smiled with the reality that God is SO in the details. Providing above and beyond and unexpectedly. And we have had so much fun learning together. 

It's been sanctifying, too. I can't keep a steady beat. The Engineer can. But I can transition between chords a little faster and I can do a few without looking. All in all, it's a recipe for frustration and  laughter and a whole lot of fun. The Engineer is far more patient with me than I would be with him, were the roles reversed. I love that man.

Our math lesson this week came with a fun "experiment." In the midst of learning things like: how to follow a recipe, what a teaspoon is and why it's abbreviated tsp, measuring with a cup measure, and dividing things into fourths...

We made peanut butter.

It was, according to the children, "the best ever!"

Friday was the first "normal" day of school we had all week last week. We read Bruchko until I thought my voice would give out. It's been intense, and so good. It's been interesting to read this again, after so many years. I'm reserving comment until the end.

Friday morning I caved and let Sister wear pajamas to school. She said she wasn't feeling very good and begged so sweetly. She had fever by Friday afternoon. 

And this Little Man is rocking the "jolly trolly." He can tell you what A, B, C, and D say and can identify which of each letter is the capital and which is the lowercase. And the song we've been singing to master this concept plays over and over and over again in my head!!! "A says "a" can you hear it in apple..." I sang it to The Engineer right before we fell asleep a few nights ago. He was so happy and thankful I helped get it in his head. I like to share like that.

Last night Little Bit reached up and touched the hot skillet and burned two fingers. It happened to be the two fingers she constantly keeps in her mouth. I thought the burn might mean at least a break in that habit, but I was wrong. Evidently it isn't painful enough to deter her. While breaking the habit would be nice, I'm glad the burn isn't too painful.

Happy weekend y'all!