I made Stellan a hat. (Recognize the fabric? He’s worn it before, you could say…) It said 0-6 months. I can barely squish it onto his head.
He’s in 3-6 month clothes now. That didn’t take very long. He’ll be 8 weeks old tomorrow.
Elliot asked for seconds at supper tonight. She decided seconds need to be prayed over just like firsts.
A fervent prayer availeth much… she sure looks fervent to me. Or in pain. Take your pick.
Stellan looks like he’s trying to convey something quite troublesome. I haven’t decided what, but I suspect it might be the bear ears on his hood. It’s ruining his masculine look, I fear.
I’m told I can just post photos and no one would complain. Since words fail me these days, here’s cute:
And this – this is a huge reason why I homeschool. Because my loves-to-read five year old gets asked by my book-loving two year old to read to her on a regular, more-than-daily basis. They can sit together, pouring over a book together, and one practices her reading skills while the other gets her cup filled.
Charlotte told me tonight she’s a chatterbox. She is. I don’t know who taught her the word chatterbox, but if the shoe fits… I’m not sure when it happened, but my quiet, reserved, shy Charlie suddenly will talk the ear off of anyone who will listen. She’s a storyteller, a dreamer, and the one who can remember every detail, no matter how mundane, of something that occurred. She’s a love, a hugger, and one who either has a book or a crayon in hand at all times. And she’ll talk your ear off.
And she loves to read but doesn’t love chapter books because they get boring after a while and you still don’t know what’s going to happen so she likes shorter books best because those finish the story sooner so you know what happens sooner and she likes shorter books best because she doesn’t lose her voice and she hates losing her voice because then she can’t talk very good and then everyone will ask her why she doesn’t have a voice and oh, mom! It’s a ladybug!
That’s my Charlie.