Spellmaster


A few weeks ago, Jack and his fellow 1st Graders began taking a spelling class every day.  Since then he has demonstrated an enthusiasm for spelling that has taken all of us by surprise.  Jack now speaks largely in spelling.  These are the kinds of things we hear around the house now:

"M-O-M, C-A-N I have S-O-M-E M-I-L-K?"

"C-A-T, L-E-T-S G-O outside."

"D-A-D, where I-S M-Y T-R-A-I-N B-O-O-K?"

Isn't it great that he is practicing spelling so much?  And he's learning how to spell new words.  When he speak-spells a word incorrectly, we'll tell him how to spell it and he'll repeat it until he gets it right. 

It did take some getting used to, though.  At first Jack would just yell over and over again, getting louder with each spelling, "M-O-M!  M-O-Mmmmm!!  M-O-Mmmmmmmm!!!" because it didn't register for me that he was trying to get my attention.  Now I usually answer pretty quickly.

The Babyest Cousin

We got to spend last weekend with my 2-month old nephew and loved it!  My brother and his wife and my mom and grandparents were there too, but Sawyer was the star of the weekend.  Sorry, everyone else.

Sawyer & Daddy
Sawyer & Grammy

Sawyer & Opa

Sawyer & his favorite aunt

There we are again.

See, he likes me so much he insisted on us taking all of these pictures together.

The kids thought Sawyer was pretty special too.
One afternoon Jack wanted Cat to read him The Little Engine That Could
and the kids gathered around S so he could hear too.

Eliza loved just sitting and watching S.

She laid down on her tummy with her chin in her hands and admired his "karate" moves.

When I asked her if she wanted to come listen to a bedtime story, she said,
"No.  I just want to watch Sawyer."

TBT - Mema's Childhood - The Robber and Sacks of Money

Mema
AKA Cleo
            It was in the summertime and there was no air conditioning.  North Florida summers were hot and everyone kept his or her windows open day and night to let in any breeze.  This also allowed sweet smells of the pine trees and crepe myrtle blooms to drift in your windows at night and lull you right off to sleep.  After a bedtime story and prayers, little children were tucked in bed early enough to hear the birds softly calling to each other as they settled down for the night.  If you were lucky enough to have a window right by your bed, you could watch the night get darker and darker and see the moon rise over the tops of the pine trees, or watch the stars pop out one at a time in the night sky.  You could think about Jesus being up there somewhere and loving little children especially much.
            But, to tell this story properly, I must start at the beginning of the summer when Cleo was 5 years old.  Home to her was her Gamma’s house with her mother, her brother, Henry, and of course, her Gamma. Her mother did all the cooking and fixed yummy meals. 
One day, Mama had important news.  She was to leave for the summer and finish her degree at FSU.  Cleo and Henry would stay at home with Gamma.   Thinking about summer without Mama made Cleo sad.  All of a sudden, she really panicked! She had never seen her grandmother cook.  What if she didn’t know how to cook!  What would they eat?  “Gamma, can you cook?” she asked.  Gamma assured her she could cook enough to feed them through the summer.   Mama said they could all come to FSU at the end of the summer and see her graduate.  They would get to spend the night, too!  So all was well because they would be fed and kept safe with Gamma and have an adventure at the end of the summer.


Everything was just fine until one hot summer night.  In the children’s bedroom, there were two beds end to end.  Each bed was beside a nice big window, which was kept open, to let in the breeze and sweet smells of summer.  Since nighttime was a little hard for Cleo without Mama at home, Gamma slept beside her.  That made Cleo feel all happy and safe – until one night.


Waking up in the middle of the night Cleo realized she had to go to the bathroom.  That was probably why she had had a nightmare about a robber breaking into their house and stealing all their money and taking Gamma away.  Thank goodness it was only a dream. 


Well, it was pretty dark in the bedroom but you could see the familiar shadows around you.  Thinking to not wake Gamma, she sat up very slowly and felt her way across the bed.  NO GAMMA!  Her side of the bed was empty!  Where could she be?  Was her dream not a dream at all?  Had someone really stolen Gamma?  Looking around, she gasped in horror!  There on the other bed right across from her lay the big robber snoring loudly.  AND in his outstretched hand was his sack of stolen money.
Had the robber gotten so tired from all that robbing he decided to take a snooze?  Cleo snuck back under her sheet as quickly and quietly as possible, her heart pounding!  What should she do?  She must be extremely quiet so as not to wake the robber!  Her own breathing seemed so very loud. She must breathe quietly! The air under the sheet was getting used up she was sure.  Maybe she could just hold her breath and not breathe at all.  That turned out to be a not so good idea, so it was back to breathing quietly again. 
She heard a noise of rustling sheets.  Oh no!  Was the robber waking up?  She better get her head out from under her sheet and keep an eye on the robber so as to avoid any surprises from him.  Back to silent breathing.  She lay still and thought and thought.  Her stomach hurt more and more.  She had to do something!
 What if Gamma were tied up somewhere in the house?  That’s what robbers did wasn’t it?  They tied you up and stole all your money!  Maybe if Cleo screamed really loud, Gamma would hear her and answer and the robber would get scared and run right out the window by that bed.  Her heart pounded inside her chest.  Should she do it? “Pound, pound” went her heart! She opened her mouth to scream and nothing came out. She was so scared.  She glanced once more at the sleeping robber and watched his body go up and down with each big snore.  Maybe she could jump up and grab their money from his hand before he could wake up.  NO, not that! He would grab her before she could get away!  She would just make herself scream as loud as possible.  That was the best solution by far. AAAAAND SHE DID!!!!!!!!
The robber’s whole body seemed to jump right up in the air!  As he came to a sitting position, Cleo realized it was no robber at all!  It was her own dear Gamma instead.


As she rocked Cleo close to her, Gamma explained that she had been so hot sleeping in the bed with Cleo’s snuggling, she had gotten up and moved to the other bed.  The sack of money in the robber’s hand wasn’t a sack at all.  Gamma was holding part of her sheet.  Being able to sleep at last, she had begun to snore and snore in peaceful bliss until she heard that blood-curdling scream.
Well, after a good hug and a trip to the bathroom, Cleo was finally able to sleep until morning.  Who knows whether Gamma slept another wink?

All in growing up and not letting your imagination run away with you.

Helping Hands

Last week I was grating a bar of soap to make laundry detergent (I highly recommend trying this if you haven't already - it's cheap, easy, and great for stocking up).  Luke saw what I was doing and wanted a turn, so I put the container down on the floor and let him work at grating the soap for a minute.  Soon, Eliza wanted a turn.

I managed to wrangle the soap away from Luke after a few minutes so that Eliza could have a turn.  While Eliza had her turn, Luke was chomping at the bit to get to grating again.  They grated enough to add a thin layer of dust to the small mound of soap shavings I'd begun.  I let the two of them take turns for a little while, then eventually managed to finish the grating myself, amid Luke's shrieks of disappointment.


Isn't it unfortunate that I consider this task a chore, but am able to complete it rather quickly, while the kids see it as novel and exciting, but would take years to finish grating one bar of soap?  I remember what it was like to be a child and think that "adult" tasks - such as assembling treat bags for favors or cutting out pictures for lessons - were fun instead of tedious.

I suppose it's all in your attitude.  I hope my children will continue to look forward to helping long enough to be really helpful.  And hopefully, letting them help out when they want to now will nudge them in the right direction.

Big Sis

Eliza loves helping out her little brother.  I'm not sure Luke was very appreciative of all of her help at the playground the other day, though.

One of These Things Just Doesn't Belong

I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE
Teddy Grahams.  In the Living Room.