Jonah turned 6 years old on September 28th. He is a smart, sweet little boy with an active imagination. He loves to help his older siblings and he really enjoyed being a “big” brother while Pipsqueak was here. This is his Kindergarten year and he’s eager to learn to read so he can get his own library card like the big kids. Some days he takes advantage of his status as youngest but most of the time he’s pretty mature for his age. He has several “friends” that he drags around the house with him like his little, satin brown lovey, his Mickey Mouse and his other animals daddy has brought home from trips. His big brown eyes and sweet smile light up my world. We love you, Jonah-baby!
Jonah-baby turned 5 in September. When we refer to Theodore, Parker and Jonah around here we usually say “the 3 little boys”. Now that they are 9,7 and 5 they aren’t so little but Jonah is technically the baby of the family. Well, he was until 4 days before his birthday when Pipsqueak joined us. Jonah is…SWEET. He has big brown eyes, precious little verbal and facial expressions and loves to cuddle. He tries his best to do everything that all the big kids are doing. He is well-behaved and quick to learn if he gets in trouble. He is a little bit of a daredevil but he’s made it a whole year without a trip to the ER so that’s a plus. He’s recently gotten the chance to see what it feels like to be the “big” brother and he has excelled at that role. I’ve been surprised at how nurturing he is toward Pipsqueak. Since she’s been here he’s started to care for his Mickey Mouse the way I care for her. When we went to the dentist the other day he insisted on having a bag for Mickey’s stuff and that Mickey needed a diaper and a bottle. As I suspected at the beginning of the school year, he has excelled in his K4 year and knows many of his letters, phonics and numbers. He isn’t catching on with handwriting yet but we have time! In this house, you get to be a little boy first and a student second.
So my word count for NaNoWriMo2014 is at 18,799 and it’s feeling so good. I wasn’t sure my characters were going to get off their butts and do anything but tonight they did. So exciting.
Jonah got his stitches out of his toe. His temper tantrum from 10 days ago left him with 4 stitches in his big toe. It was gross, bloody and black. He screamed like a crazy person getting those things in but of course, daddy took him to have them removed and NOT ONE TEAR was shed.
I love the irony that he was wearing a shirt that says “Mom’s Happy Camper” when in fact if mom had taken him he would not have been a happy camper. Go dad go.
Katie had to have an expander put in at the orthodontist today. She’s getting the fun of spacers, impressions, appliances all at the ripe old age of 9. Bless her. But the experts (who never heard her high-pitch crying baby screech) say her mouth is too small and room must be made.
She did well with it today. It’s making her talk a little funny and she doesn’t appreciate when I laugh at her so I’m trying not to do that. Hey, don’t judge, I had braces for 3 years, I know it sucks. We keep telling her she’ll get used to it. Hopefully she will.
Sometimes with homeschooling you just have to roll with it. You’re tired. Or they are tired.
This morning right after breakfast, Parker (age 4) decided he would pull out a couple of his 24 piece puzzles and then couldn’t find a piece.
That’s really how it all started. Then Foster started to help him find his piece in the puzzle cabinet and noticed that some of the boxes were falling apart. Foster pulled out a 300 piece puzzle and put it on the bar to work. I got out my sharpie and big Ziploc bags and started cutting up the broken boxes to get organized. Then Katie and Theodore decided they wanted to play with the beans…but then they wanted to do puzzles when Jonah wanted the beans…
And so forth and so on…then there was playing with Legos, watching Magic School Bus, popcorn and animal crackers for lunch and a story before rest time.
I’m sure they learned something today.
|(Wanted to include the knocked over basket of cardboard, the basket of dirty laundry and
you can’t make them out but the sink is full of dirty dishes too.)
My last little guy turned two at the end of September. I was struggling with him turning two, realizing I don’t have a baby anymore but now a lot of big kids and a toddler! I know there always comes a time in a mother’s life where she stops having children. I know many other women have felt these conflicting feelings of grief at what I won’t have again (to be pregnant and nursing) mingled in with a relief of sorts and an excitement about moving away from sleepless nights and diapers. Jonah could not be more precious. He is a boy with his kicking and throwing and jumping but he is very gentle and loves to sit and cuddle with me. He still has his paci, lovey and bear and since he is the last baby in our family, I don’t have any plans of pushing him to get rid of it. I will let him be little as long as I can.