*Isaac was sent home today from school with his first little reading assignment. To say I am giddy is an understatement. Isaac and I have been dipping our toes into the "Beginning to Read" pond for awhile now, but his teacher has been holding off a bit (she likes to wait until the year before kindergarten...which for Isaac, could be two years away). I am such the nerd that my children's preschool homework makes me oh so happy.
*Lately, Isaac has been asking me what time I go to bed. I know the question soon to follow that inquiry is why there is such a discrepancy between kids bedtimes and parent bedtimes. His inquisitive mind is just a bit much somedays (in a good way). I never really state a specific time when answering his question (he has a clock...so he knows about time), but attempt to skirt the issue best I can...while possibly giving him the impression Tobe and I go to bed mere minutes after he retires for the evening. Little does he know that most evenings we pull out the Wii and enjoy some mature, intellectual rounds of Mario Kart.
*The little girl below had the hardest time sitting politely through Sunday Lunch with her grandparents this past weekend. She and I finally ended up in the car while the others finished their meals. Later that evening when I asked her what her favorite part of the day had been (a standard bathtub question at casa de phillips) she replied, "Eating with Nana/Papa." I might have slightly sarcastically replied, "Really? THAT was your favorite part of the day?"
Bless her heart. I hope the Lord uses all that passion he placed in her little body because it might be the death of me one day.
*I mentioned yesterday the children and I had done a craft involving crayon shavings and a hot iron. I believe I also mentioned that we will not being doing such a craft anytime in the near future. Well, said craft might have "accidentally" found a home in the garbage can this afternoon during naptime...
And the best confession of all...I truly believe that my kids are the most hysterical things around. Sorry, but it is true (Hopefully you feel the same about yours). Yesterday Isaac walked into my bedroom, wearing my tennis shoes and a set of headphones, looking quite discouraged. When asked why he was troubled, he said it was because he was attempting to figure out how to get inside the television set to play with Tigger and Pooh. About ten minutes later, Evelyn raced up to me, baby doll in hand, exclaiming, "My baby eat a chicken leg! My baby eat a chicken leg!"
Seriously, what a riot!
Anyone else feel the need to practice some transparency?