Sunday, November 27, 2011

Goodbye baby tooth

For a week, the tooth was plotting it's escape.  On Friday, while visiting with my family in my parents' family room, it finally came out.  Willa galloped over to me with her teeny tooth in her hand, "it happened!"
Luckily, we brought the tooth fairy pillow I had started for her.  She stuffed it, and my mom sewed up the final corner. 
The tooth fairy found us, even though we were out of town.  The tooth fairy left a note.  Gracious, I don't know when "the tooth fairy" last wrote a note in cursive.  It took her a long time.  Er... I'll bet.

And this is the turkey that I made for Friday's Thanksgiving celebration with my family.  He turned out darn cute, so I'm recording this photo to share a vegetarian turkey option.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Take a look, it's in a book...

We were snuggled in her twin bed, under the blankets.  I held the thin paper book, while she rested her head on my shoulder and sounded out "tree."  She knows "the, little, cat, dog, big" and others by sight, but is learning to figure things out too.

For five and a half years, we've read bedtime stories to her.  Last night, she read to me.

I'm proud and amazed at the learning process.

I know I said it before, but watching her learn to read is better than watching her learn to walk.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Good deed doer

On Sunday, the kids and I went to church.  Jim also went to church, but a different one where he's been working for months as their sound technician.
The kids spend their time in Character School while the adults are in the sanctuary.  I was grateful to have an hour without Henry all over me.  He's been sick and clingy for about 2 weeks now.
Our minister was very moving and powerful, and at the end of his sermon literally told us all to get out of there and get to work.  I was excited.
I picked the kids up.  They were happy to be back at church after a few weeks away (for illness and family visits), they had good talks in their rooms, AND there was a fire drill.
We walked to the parking structure, and next to my car was a red pick up truck with it's lights on.  The door was unlocked.  I looked around, and got the kids into their seats.  I asked an approaching family if it was their truck, and when they said it wasn't, they joked about being my witnesses as I opened the door. 
I wasn't saving the world, like our minister dared us to do, but this was a good first step.
I opened the truck's door, which was a little heavier than I expected.  I couldn't stop the door in time, and well... now my black car (which is way past shiny and new) has a small bit of red paint on it.
My witnesses gasped for me, I turned off the lights, and shut the door.
Good deed done, and now I have the red paint that I'm choosing to act as a reminder of the stirring sermon.