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Spring Chickens

Day 10:

Day 21:

Nine.

 

Now you're nine. 

 

When I brought your birthday cake to the table, it only had 7 candles; an unintentional slip on my part. I didn't even notice I'd forgotten two.  You immediately called me on it.

 

I'm having a hard time accepting how old you are, but you certainly act your age plus more.

 

Love Mom.

6.

 

You're six today. 

 

You came upstairs this morning dressed and ready to go, collar turned up, hair a little spiky.  You like to look sharp for school.  You love school.

 

I was in Zambia for your first day of Kindergarten, and dad sent me this picture.  Not only did you proudly wear this shirt on the first day, but you proudly chose to wear it for picture day too.  Thanks buddy.

 

You're loud and sunny all the time.  We love you.

 

Happy Birthday.

 

Love, Mom

10.



Grace,

You turned 10 last week and I'm just now posting it.  Not because it wasn't an important birthday, but because we've been so busy getting used to all the free time that is summer vacation.

By 9 AM this morning, you've already read a few chapters, eaten, gotten dressed, written in your journal, and sketched birds for an hour.  When Dad found this nest, you told us immediately about the cowbird, and how this mother finch would foster and care for that egg as her own; you read about that somewhere once.  I'm so glad you got to see it under your own porch.

Happy (belated) Birthday, my lovely golden girl.



7.



Spicy Sweet,

The Wild Card,

The Funky Monkey,

Seven.

Happy Birthday Lily Hope.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Grace's Book.

Last fall Grace's class worked on writing books about their families.  Each student was given the assignment to share about their family, and share three reasons why their family is special.  Over several weeks I heard about each step of the process- brainstorming, compiling, organizing, drafting, re-working, editing, illustrating, and finally, binding.  She absolutely loved it, but kept the content TOP SECRET so we would be surprised when we saw the books at conferences.

The night of conferences came, and as I flipped through those pages, tears filled my eyes because, well, my daughter is beautiful and reading about our family through her eyes was precious. 

The books were finally sent home last week.  You can read it below (press pause to stop the slideshow.) 

Patie's Puppet.

A couple of weeks ago Patience told me she was making a puppet in art class. "Well, I think it will be really neat, but I'm not even close to being done with it.  I decided to decorate it with lots of dots and patterns.  I think I got in a little over my head."

I thought that was adorable. 

She did take a while to finish it, though that's nothing new.  Patience does everything methodically and purposefully.  We're used to waiting for Patience.  Very used to it.

Her art teacher is awesome and always lets her finish her projects in her own time, knowing it's late for the best reasons.  He told her this puppet would be worth the extra time because it was so beautiful. 

Last Friday she came home with her completed puppet, which was of course beautiful and very much worth the time.



Easter on the Farm.