Max was on fire this morning working on his Math. I actually texted to a group of friends how sweet of a moment it was to watch him work with such pride.
And then I said, “Time for Logic of English.”
Wailing and gnashing of teeth ensued. All in a matter of minutes.
I never really did get him back to the table. He lost his mind and there was no turning back. We will try again tomorrow. Someday he’ll want to learn how to read and write.
Grace and I had a fun adventure over to SCSU this afternoon to get a henna tattoo.
We were both a little bummed that after it dried it was a light orange, but we still had a great time together. Max tagged along.
She loves school.
Can’t get enough of it.
It has been awhile since I’ve had an eager beaver for worksheets. She is so proud of herself and even had to show her Grandma in Cameroon.
Sunday was such a highlight for us. We had over 60 people over for lunch and had 14 countries represented. I love loving people.
We have so many pairs of Hanna pj’s around this house. Tonight we had to document that I put mine on.
Carl and Max drive to Bismarck, ND today to pick up the rest of the tribe. Max was a road warrior today. He couldn’t wait to see his brother and sisters. Max is a big feeler. He loves big, just like his Daddy.
When Jack came home, he gave me a huge hug and said, “This is the first time I’ve touched you in 10 days!” I think his love language is physical touch.
A couple of weeks ago Silas was mumbling to himself …
“School, work, go to bed
School, work, go to bed ..
What a horrible life!”