What We're Thinking About

Between a communion fellowship at church on Maundy Thursday and waiting the celebration of Resurrection on Sunday we took some time to dye eggs.  
  The kids have so many questions. "Where did Jesus go during the 3 days before he came out of the grave and did He see Satan?"  "Could Jesus have taken the thorns off his head?"    "What kind of juice is in the communion cup and can I take the empty cup home?" "If Adam and Eve didn't sin would Jesus have to die for us?"  
  I love that our family's thoughts are so intensely on our Savior during Easter. 

Looking Up

  
  I have lived within an hour and a half of Washington D.C. for the majority of my life and have taken countless field trips there growing up and again with my kids.  And every time I'm there it amazes me.  Buildings and memorials honoring ideas and men whose legacies are larger even then the monuments themselves.  Museums with floor after floor of carefully collected things that tell the story of our world.  And people from every where doing everything.  Energy and power and all that is America.
  
  Today we took Corinne, our exchange student, to see the sights before she heads back to China.  Everyone's favorite was the Washington Monument.  You can't help but wonder at it's magnitude.  We have a great country - just ask Corinne.
  

Around the Rink

  This week is Spring Break for the public schoolers here so the homeschoolers invited them to join them for our twice a month roller skating day.  Toby Mac blaring, wheels spinning, landing on your butt - what's better than that?

Tatts for Tots

I'm not cool one little bit.  I hate tattoos. And they're so in.  Everyone has them including old ladies, young kids not to mention anyone reentering society from jail.  I don't like the cute butterflies or understand the Indian symbols.  
Just not cool at all.
My boys however dream of the day when they can permanently scar their bodies with black ink.  
So what could be better than the package from Aunt Sonia with 2 packs/40 each of super hero tattoos?
And happily, they actually came off in the bathtub unlike the ones they brought home from school that lasted almost 4 months.
Doesn't everyone want a tattoo of Iron Man on their stomach?
Not me.

Sure - go ahead.

Why do my children feel compelled to swim in the middle of April when the water is a brisk 47 degrees even though they know -
that the water is freezing
and it'll hurt when they jump in
and they won't be able to warm up for about an hour afterwards?


And what kind of mom am I that I let them swim-
pretty much whenever they ask
knowing that it's not normal
and expecting disapproval from the neighborhood moms?


I think the answer to all these questions is-
because why not?


Splash.

I Like You Better Today

  Having 9 girls and 9 boys you'd think I'd have a preference as to which of the two is easier to raise but I find that they are equally as delightful and equally not so.  I appreciate that girls don't feel compelled to jump on-tear apart-break up and generally misuse every item in our home.  Girls on the whole seem to talk more than boys but it generally stays under the harmful to your ears decibels.  I love that girls are tuned in to how things are done around the house, so that in your absence the dog still gets fed, the milk is placed back into the refrigerator after being used and nobody is allowed to bring their bike inside for a tune up.  On the other hand, boys have that sweet and extremely useful desire to help carry and lift and fix whatever I need and by the age of 14 are taller and stronger then I am.  It's refreshing to have a boy get upset with his brother and after a quick punch or kick the air is cleared as opposed to the sisters that are still in a mood over something that happened between them 10 days before.  Although my boys don't often sit still they are constantly thinking and inventing and scheming and amusing me.  And in an instant the girls are grown and the boys are men and I really liked it all - or most of it.

Saturday Confessions

I decided to link with Melissa this week because Saturday morning is as good a time as any to 'fess up.

#1  I missed taking a picture and posting yesterday for the first time since January 1st. I decided to not do it and it was both horrible and as good as forbidden food on a diet.

Haven't killed this one yet

#2  Last week my daughter Lane and I started our advanced photography class and realized within seconds that there's a reason you start at the beginning and not pretend you have a clue about the relationship between shutter speed and f-stops.

#3  I kill plants.  Not on purpose - it just happens.  Which is why my husband has full custody of the watering can.