Like Mother, Like Son

I am so excited that my kids love to read, since reading is my all time favorite activity. Sasha goes to bed surrounding by books - stacked on her dresser, the floor by her bed and even on her bed. I love listening to her reading herself to sleep after I tuck her in for the night. Usually I have to pry a pile of books out from under her after she falls asleep, because I as much as I love books, I don't imagine they make a very comfortable pillow.

Last time he was tested, Jordan was reading at a fourth grade level and he loves to read now more than ever. He's always enjoyed being read to, but this year he's really blossomed with reading by himself. He also has stacks of books surrounding his bed, and reads before going to sleep almost every night. It makes me really happy that he enjoys many of the books I read as a child, like books by Roald Dahl, the Boxcar Children and Mrs. Piggle Wiggle. I just got a bunch of Pippi Longstocking books from a garage sale and he's started on those. I just may have to borrow them from him when he's done.

Easter 2011

We had a wonderful Easter this year. Saturday we got together with Justin's Dad's side of the family. Jordan and Sasha had lots of fun playing with the other kids inside and out while Justin and I got to eat, relax and hang out with adults. Sunday I made sausage and egg breakfast sandwiches, which never happens and the kids hunted for and found their Easter baskets. The weather was surprisingly nice. We went to church at Our Redeemer with my parents, Micah, Lydia and Brandon and the boys, and Abigail and Alex. Then we went back to my parents' house for a quick lunch before we headed off to Albany to spend the afternoon with Justin's grandparents and Josh, Tara and Jack.

Fish Trouble

I can't wait until Jordan's old enough to change the water in the goldfish bowl himself. After I accidentally killed one of the goldfish last year in a highly dramatic fish bowl cleaning related incident, I'm even more leery about the whole thing than I already was. Most people who know me realize that while I may enjoy watching fish swim around, I'm not interested in having any direct personal contact with them. Unfortunately, our newest acquisition, Black Eyed (bought to replace the long lived and sadly mourned Fidgety Fish, and named after the Black Eyed Peas and his buggy black eyes) doesn't seem to understand this. Today, while I was using our soup ladle to get some of the dirty water out of the bowl so I had room to add fresh water, he swam into the ladle not once but twice. I just missed lifting him up out of the bowl, and I thought I was going to have a heart attack! I'm really hoping he didn't get hurt, because I hate ladling up dead fish to flush them even more than I hate accidentally ladling up live fish (I think). I observed him for awhile, and it looked like he was listing to one side a little bit, possibly having trouble staying towards the bottom of the fish tank, and one fin didn't seem to be moving as much as the others. Then again, maybe it's all in my head. Only time will tell!

The Power of Prayer

Although Jordan loves winter and winter sports, he's been ready for spring for quite a while now. Really, I think he's ready for summer. He actually cried one of the last times that it snowed. Also, yesterday was the first sunny day we've had in a while. At breakfast time he told me that he'd prayed to God while he was taking a shower the night before and asked him to make it sunny the next day. He said he'd given God a whole list of reasons to make it sunny. One of the reasons was, "because I wouldn't have eaten the fruit in the Garden." Such confidence!

Persuasive Writing

Jordan's been learning about persuasive writing in school. Here are two of his assignments. Notice the blatant emotional appeal. Needless to say, he got a raise in his allowance (although not quite the amount he was aiming for) and if there was any way we could squeeze a dog into the budget, we would now be the proud owners of one.

Not The Hair!

At the age of 4, Sasha has had 4 haircuts. Two of them were planned, while the other two were decidedly not. Her first haircut was courtesy of her cousin Tristan. We spent Mother's Day 2009 at Lydia and Brandon's house. The adults were hanging out and relaxing while the kids played all over the house. At one point Sasha came and told us that Tristan had done her hair. I glanced at her, saw he'd given her a ponytail and told her it looked nice. When we got home, I got a call from Lydia informing me that I might want to check Sasha's hair since she had just found long blond hair in the wastebasket. Sure enough, Tristan had given Sasha bangs, and I hadn't even noticed. For an 8 year old, he did a pretty good job. Actually I'm pretty sure it was a much better job than I would have done if I had tried. There was also a small chunk of hair cut out of the back, but it really wasn't noticeable.

Grandma Jolene gave Sasha her second haircut when she came to visit the following summer. The bangs were getting a little bit long, so she gave them a nice trim.

By the next summer Sasha's hair was looking really scraggly on the ends, and the missing chunk was more noticeable. Our neighbor Bobbi, who's a hairdresser, was kind enough to give Sasha a real haircut, complete with layers to camouflage the missing chunk.

And then there was today. Sasha and I went to the park in celebration of the 40 degree weather. She rode her bike and I walked/jogged to keep up/did jumping jacks next to her when she was riding really slowly. Just before she went down the slide for the last time at the park, I noticed that she was chewing on a big wad of her hair. Turned out it was a big wad of her hair (still attached) mixed with gum. "Sasha!!!" I said. "I didn't try to. It's so windy mama!" she said. Couldn't really argue with that. So I tore the gum out of her hair before any more got stuck in it and we went home. Thankfully, Bobbi had all her equipment at home tonight and was able to give Sasha an emergency haircut. We managed to keep most of the length, and add some pretty layers. Now I'm keeping my fingers crossed that nothing else happens to her hair. This may be the start of a "no gum unless you're wearing several barrettes and a ponytail policy"!

Not The Hair