The so-called winding down
Since both Brandon and I work in the field of education, our measurements of time are tied to school calendars. And so the time has once again come for the year to, as they say, wind down.
Which gives one the impression that life becomes a bit slower.
Um, no.
This will be about seventeen posts in one, because hey, that's our pace these days.
Awana (our church kids' program) has ended for the year. Things were a bit different than in the past because, instead of just Trey being involved in Awana, Aden was able to participate in a class and I served as assistant commander. It was a remarkable time, to be part of something so amazing, something designed to get kids digging deep into God's Word and learning how it fits into their lives. Can't say enough good things.
Aden was a Puggle, and spent the year memorizing "verses" (really concepts) and focusing on how to obey his teachers and trying to learn the golden rule among his classmates. He did great, was always very enthusiastic, and made every single one of his teachers fall in love with him.
Trey was a Spark, and the goal of the Sparks is to learn to love Jesus. This came in the form of looking to Scripture to learn about who Jesus is, what He has done for us, and why He did it. The Sparks book contained well over thirty Bible passages that had to be memorized word-for-word with references. Trey completed the book twice (with very little help from us) and even got into the extra credit work for those type A overachievers. He did great, and we are so proud.
Memorial Day weekend was spent outside, sun up to sun down. I pulled weeds for probably the first time in six years, Brandon worked his non-tail off in the garden, and - prepare yourself - we both had very productive help from the other two members of this household. Not kidding. Those boys worked just as hard as we did. Praise the Lord.
Nana and Granddad came over for a cookout and some lovin on their favorite boys. Through our exhaustion, we enjoyed good company and good eats. Homemade ice cream? Yes, please! We had a great time.
Trey had Field Day at school, and I somewhat reluctantly went with him. You know, because I remember my field days, sack races and ring toss and red rover.
Things have changed a bit. They had inflatables, water cannons, gigantic slingshots, helmet-buckets, snow cones, you name it. Man, it was a blast - even for me, who unfortunately did not get assigned to a water game and so roasted in the ninety-degree heat for six hours. But the kids had such a great time, and everything went off perfectly. Trey was in. his. element.
(Taking a break after lunch for reading)
With the passing of Memorial Day, the wait is finally over and we can indulge the boys in the best warm-weather activity on the planet. No, not sitting on the couch with the A/C humming, though in my book that's a close second. Swimming. Seriously, if the thermometer reads anything above, like, 80 degrees, nothing else even makes sense. Seriously.
(Thanks, Mom and Dad!)
And so all of this in the last, oh, ten days or so, basically leaves us feeling like
Especially when we look ahead and not one single "normal" day is in sight. Hey, remember a few months ago when I sat in the dark and wondered how in the world I was going to make it through my first baby going off to school?
Yeah, he graduates Kindergarten on Tuesday.
And my little blue-eyed blondie? Yeah, he turns three on Friday.
Stay tuned...
Which gives one the impression that life becomes a bit slower.
Um, no.
This will be about seventeen posts in one, because hey, that's our pace these days.
Awana (our church kids' program) has ended for the year. Things were a bit different than in the past because, instead of just Trey being involved in Awana, Aden was able to participate in a class and I served as assistant commander. It was a remarkable time, to be part of something so amazing, something designed to get kids digging deep into God's Word and learning how it fits into their lives. Can't say enough good things.
Aden was a Puggle, and spent the year memorizing "verses" (really concepts) and focusing on how to obey his teachers and trying to learn the golden rule among his classmates. He did great, was always very enthusiastic, and made every single one of his teachers fall in love with him.
Trey was a Spark, and the goal of the Sparks is to learn to love Jesus. This came in the form of looking to Scripture to learn about who Jesus is, what He has done for us, and why He did it. The Sparks book contained well over thirty Bible passages that had to be memorized word-for-word with references. Trey completed the book twice (with very little help from us) and even got into the extra credit work for those type A overachievers. He did great, and we are so proud.
Memorial Day weekend was spent outside, sun up to sun down. I pulled weeds for probably the first time in six years, Brandon worked his non-tail off in the garden, and - prepare yourself - we both had very productive help from the other two members of this household. Not kidding. Those boys worked just as hard as we did. Praise the Lord.
Nana and Granddad came over for a cookout and some lovin on their favorite boys. Through our exhaustion, we enjoyed good company and good eats. Homemade ice cream? Yes, please! We had a great time.
Trey had Field Day at school, and I somewhat reluctantly went with him. You know, because I remember my field days, sack races and ring toss and red rover.
Things have changed a bit. They had inflatables, water cannons, gigantic slingshots, helmet-buckets, snow cones, you name it. Man, it was a blast - even for me, who unfortunately did not get assigned to a water game and so roasted in the ninety-degree heat for six hours. But the kids had such a great time, and everything went off perfectly. Trey was in. his. element.
(Taking a break after lunch for reading)
With the passing of Memorial Day, the wait is finally over and we can indulge the boys in the best warm-weather activity on the planet. No, not sitting on the couch with the A/C humming, though in my book that's a close second. Swimming. Seriously, if the thermometer reads anything above, like, 80 degrees, nothing else even makes sense. Seriously.
(Thanks, Mom and Dad!)
And so all of this in the last, oh, ten days or so, basically leaves us feeling like
Especially when we look ahead and not one single "normal" day is in sight. Hey, remember a few months ago when I sat in the dark and wondered how in the world I was going to make it through my first baby going off to school?
Yeah, he graduates Kindergarten on Tuesday.
And my little blue-eyed blondie? Yeah, he turns three on Friday.
Stay tuned...
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