Finally. I am done with school and we are back in God's Country. :)
We are so happy to be back, and I am enjoying this time with the kids so much. I always said my favorite time with the kids was from 9-18 months, because you could just see the little wheels turning in their heads and actually watch them learning new things every day. Well, I think this might have that beat. Both the kids are changing so fast and growing into such amazing and interesting little people.
The Doodlebug will be starting kindergarten in the fall. He still has the kindest heart in the world. He is incredibly perceptive about everything around him, curious and inquisitive, empathetic and insightful.
In the past few months, Atticus has learned to ride a bike with no training wheels and cast a fishing line (he's amazingly good at it). He's becoming quite the little reader, and he also has an incredible attention span for being read to. We have been working our way through all of E.B. White's books (Charlotte's Web, The Trumpet of the Swan, and Stuart Little.)
His imagination is exploding, and it shows all day, every day. He's interested in Star Wars, drawing, and writing. He listens to the news on the radio and asks questions about what he hears.
Craig made him a bow and "arrows," and here he is playing Robin Hood.
He dressed himself in this picture, if you can't tell. I'm loving the stripes-and-plaid look.
Here he is cutting leaves from the tree with scissors and putting them into his [awesome Gremlins] lunchbox. He also cut each individual leaf into multiple tiny pieces. This was one of those things that kept him occupied for hours. He would have kept at it as long as we let him.
(If anyone is having trouble finding activities to occupy their preschooler, might I suggest allowing them to climb on stepladders with scissors while mutilating the landscaping?)
And I'll leave off with this, another bedtime conversation:
Atticus (out of nowhere): "I'm going to be a father someday. What will I need? Hmm. Well, first I'll need a nice ring. But I don't want just a plain ring. I want one with something on it...(long pause). Like the Statute of Liberty!"
Me: "Okay, that's an interesting start. What else will you need to be a father?"
Atticus (matter-of-factly): "Well, a BIG bed. And a house with four rooms. One for me, one for the Wife, one for the son, and one for the daughter."
Me: "Are you and your wife not going to share a room?"
Atticus shakes his head no, wincing. He says with this huge sigh, "I just want to have my room be nice and quiet." I almost died laughing. His dad probably feels the same way half the time, at least. :)
I ask if his wife isn't going to sleep in his bed with him.
He shrugs and says, "I guess if she gets scared she can."
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