Is it going to be like it is here?

It was bedtime, and we were wrapping up our evening with family devotions.

On this night, Truxton was ready with a barrage of questions.

When we see God when we go to live with Him, will he be wearing clothes?

When we live with God, will there be toys there?

What if a monster already got me and you and Mama and Gillian and we are already with God?

Does it take a long time to get to God when we die?

But if someone shoostes us, or kills us with a sword or a speared, then how are we going to get the blood off of us when we are with God?

With God, is it going to be like it is here, and will we still be all together?

Oh, sweet little boy.

In a way I am glad that he can’t imagine a life sweeter than his own, but we also want to instill a surety that it will be so much better than we can imagine.

May God give us wisdom as we tend these little souls for Him.

Joy Dare :: A Gift Circling, Crowning, Crafted

Truxton’s little dinosaur hat makes me smile every time I see it, and we think it fits today’s criteria. At any rate, we are thankful for it!

An Ozarkian Stroll

Trux plays cars

Everything Trux does is methodical and precise. He loves straight lines (see the blog header!) and that’s the main way he plays with his toys. His concentration level is hilarious while he is playing.

This sort of perfection requires much sticking out of the tongue. It’s kind of a family trait.

Then there’s the hair.

Mama: I like your hair, Trux.
Truxton: Yeah. I know.

Scenes from our morning

Everyone was up at 6:30 this morning, and headed outside first thing to build fairy houses.

Marme had dropped off a birdbath for the garden and (unbeknownst to her) it was scarfed up and used as a swimming pool for the fairy compound that the girls were building.

Notice the pjs? The kids were up and at it when the schoolbus stopped in our driveway for the neighbor kids. “Why yes, those weird kids are homeschooled! No, I have no idea why they go outside in their PJs at the crack of dawn.”

Gillian issued helpful, single-syllable tips and suggestions, and waved her fat little pointy finger around in a very authoritative manner. Kinsley and Sophie both agreed that her council was surprisingly useful.

Truxton, on the other hand, was not so useful. In fact, when he wasn’t in the tree he actually caused quite a bit of devastation to their efforts.

Thanks to my friend Nirasha for reminding me to take pictures more often! 🙂

Happy Birthday Little Man

Three years old… How did that happen? Thanks for bringing a little more testosterone to our household, dude!

What I saw

when I woke up this morning….

They were playing so quietly and peacefully together – all four of them in the crib.

Then they realized I was awake.

And all the quiet peacefulness came to an end.

possible storage for wayward children

everything is better with a friend

Apple Tasting

 

We held an apple tasting last week, as part of our unit study on apples.  It was really fun (and interesting!) to explore all the different flavors,
textures, sizes and colors of this one fruit alone.

We chose one of each kind of apple that the grocery store had (actually, Marme did this part for us)!  We washed them, looked at the different colors, variations of the shapes, the way each one felt, etc.

Then we cut each one in half and admired the star design in the center of each.  We talked a little about halves, wholes, and quarters.

We noticed that the stars in the center were a little different for each kind of apple.

Then we tasted…

carefully considered each apple…

and rated it.

Some of used a star rating system…

while some of us preferred our own rating system, which involved chihuahuas, hearts and people (either fat or skinny).

Not to name names, but the ones of us who used the latter rating system are blonde.

Some of us just pronounced all apples to be “nummy!”