Warm, dry, summer-type day in this late spring on the first day of vacation from school. Breezy. Blinds open to let in the golden happiness. AC on just a tad to keep it comfortable for people coming in from yard work or playing.
Everyone stretching out in their own space: Anna in the girls' play room (reading, playing on her dsi, writing things, listening to music), Hunter in the family room watching TV, arranging some set of figures and flapping his arms (his excited-focused habit), Jameson in the boys' playroom watching a movie while lounging on two bean bags, and Bay in the living room watching teen Disney something-or-other.
Chad tilling the small space in the neighbor's yard they offered us to use for a vegetable garden, as it's right next to our home and they'd rather not plant it this year. Denny, the neighbor, offers bags and canisters of his remaining bean seeds, rabbits-be-gone, garden insect killer, and the like. I contemplate silently that I'd like to do the growing as chem-free as possible, but know that may be overly idealistic and accept appreciatively the kindness of his offerings.
Anna was on the porch swing reading earlier this morning, and now that she is breaking from her upstairs preteen quiet time, she comes to me for help with filling in her time on the library program log card. And this involves math -- clock math. It was a good, 15-minute, cooperative time of working a teacher-supplies plastic and cardboard analogue clock model Bay is lending us from her play area "classroom."
Bay will go with me to pick out the seeds for the garden. Hunter's put in an order for carrots. Bay wants corn. Anna rattled off the thing that were already on my own list -- tomatoes, beans, cucumbers. We're adding jalapenos for Chad and potatoes for Jameson.
Bike-riding, tag, war, more reading . . . kids in and out at a relaxed pace and plenty of open space for everyone.
To Baylor's softball game this evening, during which Anna shifted position impatiently while holding back from any verbal complaints and Hunter and Jameson imagined the arm of the lawn chair somehow as a spaceship. Bi-zarre story-telling on the ride home.
Tucked into beds, they rest -- to be ready for the planting of the garden tomorrow and lots of "Get outside" from Chad and I. Hit a whiffle ball. Kick some soccer goals. Chase leaves.
Next week is basketball camp with Daddy (for Hunt, Jameson, and Bay), and the next week is full "summer routine" with reading skills for two and math review for all . . . just a wee bit each day . . . and learning some new household helping chores . . . But even in this week -- the transition -- some healthy movement and reading will be expected. Thank goodness for this pleasant, slower pace with room to breathe, deeply.
Ahhhh . . .
Everyone stretching out in their own space: Anna in the girls' play room (reading, playing on her dsi, writing things, listening to music), Hunter in the family room watching TV, arranging some set of figures and flapping his arms (his excited-focused habit), Jameson in the boys' playroom watching a movie while lounging on two bean bags, and Bay in the living room watching teen Disney something-or-other.
Chad tilling the small space in the neighbor's yard they offered us to use for a vegetable garden, as it's right next to our home and they'd rather not plant it this year. Denny, the neighbor, offers bags and canisters of his remaining bean seeds, rabbits-be-gone, garden insect killer, and the like. I contemplate silently that I'd like to do the growing as chem-free as possible, but know that may be overly idealistic and accept appreciatively the kindness of his offerings.
Anna was on the porch swing reading earlier this morning, and now that she is breaking from her upstairs preteen quiet time, she comes to me for help with filling in her time on the library program log card. And this involves math -- clock math. It was a good, 15-minute, cooperative time of working a teacher-supplies plastic and cardboard analogue clock model Bay is lending us from her play area "classroom."
Bay will go with me to pick out the seeds for the garden. Hunter's put in an order for carrots. Bay wants corn. Anna rattled off the thing that were already on my own list -- tomatoes, beans, cucumbers. We're adding jalapenos for Chad and potatoes for Jameson.
Bike-riding, tag, war, more reading . . . kids in and out at a relaxed pace and plenty of open space for everyone.
To Baylor's softball game this evening, during which Anna shifted position impatiently while holding back from any verbal complaints and Hunter and Jameson imagined the arm of the lawn chair somehow as a spaceship. Bi-zarre story-telling on the ride home.
Tucked into beds, they rest -- to be ready for the planting of the garden tomorrow and lots of "Get outside" from Chad and I. Hit a whiffle ball. Kick some soccer goals. Chase leaves.
Next week is basketball camp with Daddy (for Hunt, Jameson, and Bay), and the next week is full "summer routine" with reading skills for two and math review for all . . . just a wee bit each day . . . and learning some new household helping chores . . . But even in this week -- the transition -- some healthy movement and reading will be expected. Thank goodness for this pleasant, slower pace with room to breathe, deeply.
Ahhhh . . .
Slower paced? I got tired reading just one day's worth! Love, Pap
ReplyDelete