Last Days at Home

Lewis and I have enjoyed our last few weeks of him being home after preschool. We had a great routine that worked well for us both. I’ll miss his company this fall in the afternoons. 

Every day we go home for lunch, then Elias lays down for a nap. Lewis and I sometimes have dessert together, and then he builds a nest for quiet time he fills it with 5 toys/books/things to do and spends 45 min to an hour happy as a clam. I have quiet time on the couch and drink my coffee with no one bumping it out of my hand. 

Some days instead of a nest he plays in the kitchen with dry rice, beans, kinetic sand, or playdoh. 

Some days he disappears into the playroom and pulls out all kinds of activities on his own. He’s really quite awesome at quiet time. 



The other day he had 15 minutes left so I told him to read some books in the easy chair. He decided my book about the preschool years was a good choice and “read” it for 15 minutes straight. It made me laugh!

Fire Fighter Fun Run

Another year full of fun at the run!

Worth It

Being the one who stays home, it’s easy to loose sight of why we say yes to being a missionary family. I don’t often get to see the fruit, although Logan is good about telling me stories. I don’t often get to see the faces of the students he mentors, but I know they are worth the sacrifice. 

I don’t often get to sit and listen to their hearts, but this last semester I was given the chance because our family is in a season that allowed it. And it was what Logan and I looked forward to the most on Mondays. 

Seven of Logan’s students hung out at our house every Monday evening after the boys were in bed. We watched a dvd series on Catholic saints. The videos were about an hour each, and then they would stay another three. The questions would start flowing. About the saint of the evening, life, families, love, dating, marriage, church teachings, hopes, dreams, wounds, healing. It was so beautiful. 

We get one more year with most of them, and I’m so looking forward to it! 

Mud

I think this is Lewis’ best mud pie to date. It’s just perfectly muddy. 

He spends so much time in the mud kitchen. He’s thinking so much that I can’t even understand him as he whispers because he’s talking too fast. 

Pretty Much Summer

We didn’t really have spring. It’s been in the 80s and 90s with humidity for a week and a half already. Weve already been pulling out our summer staples. 

Dino habitat...although we had to go to our old house and snatch a bunch of rocks. We returned them. :)

Mud mud mud! Luckily mud is still loads of fun whether is drizzly spring or sticky summer. 

Bikes! It’s a bit of a learning curve when you’ve had a giant asphalt track right across the street from your house your whole bike-riding life and then you move to a house with regular old sidewalks. Not as fun, and not as much energy burned. 

Augustine needed a new bike, so when we noticed a nice one for sale outside a thrift store we snatched it up. Augustine’s favorite thing about it? The kickstand. “I’ve ALWAYS wanted a bike with a kickstand, Mom!!!”

Backyard play dates. You’re looking at two of the easiest toddlers on earth here. They must have sat right there for 20-30 minutes straight. It was amazing. 

Some friends had a Pentecost Party and unfortunately it was drizzly all day long. That didn’t stop anyone from celebrating the Church’s birthday though! Everyone out on rain gear and the kids had a hay day. Muddy from head to toe and loving it. I don’t mind mud so it was really fun to watch the kids be so happy!

Parks! He can do so much by himself now. He just runs around trying everything out while saying”Fun mommy! Fun!”

Birds

A momma bird built a nest on our rain spout and one of her eggs fell out of the nest. It was in perfect condition despite the fall. We got a shovel and carefully scooped it up. We planned to take it to the 3rd graders at school who happened to be hatching chicks...it was the little bird’s best chance! I headed inside to put it in something safer than a shovel for transporting it and ...

it fell off the shovel. Sorry baby bird. We tried. 

Then later we went on an evening walk and found a baby bird just hatched that had fallen out of its nest. See it there right between the sticks? Lewis thought those sticks might help it be safe. It was even more sad than the egg! Lewis desperately wanted to help it but we just couldn’t think of a way, so we walked home. Lewis tried and tried to think of a solution the rest of the walk. Then we walked by...

a fully grown dead bird! Good grief!

Spring Soccer

It wasn’t our favorite experience, but we are glad we gave it a try. Too may rained our games and freezing cold practices.