I love Sloan’s russian school. They are so sweet and they work really hard with Sloan – and with me. I gotta say, though, that the homework they give is killing me! This poorly taken picture is the homework that Sloan had to complete just between Monday and Thursday! There were three writing exercises, two pages to read, two lines of a poem to memorize (to be fair, we have a couple more weeks before he has to recite them) and a play to work on. That may not seem like a lot, but when it’s in a foreign language it takes twice the amount of time to complete – although Sloan is getting very fast at his reading. The last two pages at the top of the photo are the play. Sloan only has a few lines to learn, but I need to translate the whole thing for him so the poor kid knows what’s going on when they perform it. Since he’s the only kid at the school without a russian parent he’s at a major disadvantage. All of the other kids are fluent already in the language. Sloan understnads it, but speaking is hard for him. It’s my fault – I try to speak russian with them some at home, but it’s just really hard to do that and still keep order in our house. So, I will be sitting down in a minute and translating a four page play with lots of big words in it! I feel like I’m in college again. This, incidentally, is why I have yet to teach him how to read in English.
Now that Tia is starting to talk more, I can finally start posting the funny things that she is saying. Tia is my early bird. She generally is the first one up and comes traipsing into our room when it is still dark. Lee has been getting up with her and taking her out into the family room where they snuggle on the chair and read the Bible together. After he’s read for a few minutes, he pulls out a book and tells her the letters on the front and has her repeat them back to her. The book she likes to “read” the most with dad is written by a man named R.C. Sproul. Here is how their conversation usually goes:
Is it the coffee; the endless supply of free flowing caffeine that pumps a bizarre giddiness into their (usually) youthful systems? Are barista’s contractually obligated to be chipper and joyful no matter how ungodly the hour may be? (Is barista gender neutral? Is a male server a barist? Hmmm…I’ll stick with barista) Do they have to greet you at the drive-thru with a drawn out, “Wwwwwwwwwweeelllcome to Starbucks, what can I get you?” And upon ordering send you around the corner with a peppy, “Grrrreeaaat. See you at the window.” If they were as short and rude as those at, oh say, McDonald’s, would they be fired? Would they be sent on their unmerry way with a pat on the back and a “Have a great life?” Could be…
Maybe it’s me. Perhaps it’s the fact that I, as a non-coffee drinker, usually visit Starbucks under the direst of circumstances in need of a quick fix so that I do not bring harm to my children through my sleep deprived stupor. Or, if I’m not visiting out of necessity, but rathe out of pure indulgence for a Soy Chai Latte (yes, Wanida, I tried it again…and againandagain and I do indeed like it with the soy. I feel so SoCal!), then perhaps in my self absorbtion I am hyper sensitive to the giddy nature of those who are indulging my new addiction.
At any rate, I like it. I love the happy little fella that cheerfully sends me on my way, my belly full of warm comfort. I find myself driving away whistling “It’s a Sunshine Day,” all Brady like and happy. Well done Starbucks. Keep up the good work!
Tia loved the pony ride but was afraid she was going to fall. Every time she passed us she’d say, “Mama, ah d wa osh.” (Translation – mommy, I’m going to fall off) I have given up on getting them all to look and smile at the same time. It’s not possible…
The most decent family shot we got. Thanks Suzanne!
Landon was having a blast.
Poor baby. All the adults were laughing at him so he got a little love from the pumpkin.
A follow up on this conversation…
Sloan is really paying attention to the candidates right now. Any time they’re on TV he asks us to turn the volume up and he listens very intently. We cannot, however, seem to talk him out of his desire to vote for “Rocko Bama.” This was our conversation on Saturday morning (the kids woke up before us and turned on the TV. They didn’t know how to change the channel, however, and so they ended up watching the TODAY show):
Sloan: “Mom, I really want to vote for Rocko Bama. Can I please vote?”
Me: “Well, honey, you have to be 18 to vote and you’re only 5 right now.”
Sloan (heaving a very dramatic sigh): “Man, I just really want to vote for Rocko.”
Me: “Why Rocko? Don’t you like John McCain?”
Sloan: “No, I just like Rocko Bama. But John McCain was on TV this morning and I watched him talk. He just went ‘Waaa, Waaa, Waaa.”
Me: “John McCain went waa, waa, waa? What about Rocko Bama? Did you see him?”
Sloan: “Yeah, but I just like him better.
Me: “Well, what did he say?”
Sloan: “Well, he said, ‘Waaa, waaa, waaa’ too. They all kind of say ‘waaa, waaaa, waaa.”
Me: “Well, you got that right kiddo.”
Seriously, you know it’s bad when a five-year-old is tired of the whining!
Sloan, my wonderful, beautiful, spectacular five-year-old, is also a bit of a toot these days. Man, he’s giving us a run for our money. The only thing I take comfort in is the fact that he must know that there is nothing on this earth that he could ever do to make us stop loving him, because he’s so difficult right now that some days all I have to lean on are my deepest feelings of motherly love (but I don’t always like him). We feel like we are in a spiritual battle with him right now. He’s so close to salvation. He’s asking a lot of questions, but isn’t ready to accept Christ just yet. I asked him the other day after a particularly poignant conversation, if he wanted to pray and ask Jesus into his heart. Without missing a beat he replied, “No, not today.” The boy knows what he wants. So anyway, satan is digging at his little spirit, but Lee and I will not give up this fight. There are some days when I would like to throw the towel in and say, “Fine. You win. I’m done.” But that’s not an option. My son’s eternal soul is so desperately important to me and so I will stay on my knees and I will continue to beg the Lord to give me the strength, grace, peace and patience to parent him. And I am trusting that the Lord will show me some fruit from these early years of toil. Parenting is hard!
There are, however, a few moments where Sloan’s little attitude bring on a welcomed bit of comic relief. One of the things we’re working on is curbing his use of the word hate. This is a new thing that sprung up lately. “I hate this food.” “I hate our house,” etc…I had been telling him that hate is too strong of a word and we shouldn’t use it, but finally decided that I needed to give him something to work with so the other day I told him he was allowed to hate only one thing, and he could say the word hate only in this context. He is allowed to hate sin. So, this morning when I told him to get dressed, he immediately fell into the whining and complaining. I quickly cut him off and told him to just get dressed. He stomped into his room and took his jammy shirt off and threw it on the ground then shouted at the top of his lungs, “I HATE SIN!!!”
Me too, little buddy. Me too.
My good bud, Lindsey tagged me and because I love her SO much, I am participating!
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Here you have it, folks: 7 Random Facts about me:
1. I love cold food. I know it’s weird, but I love taking food out of the fridge and just eating it cold. My favorites are spagetti and pizza, but I’ll eat just about anything cold and usually like it better than when it was warm.
2. I have an abnormal fear of airplane bathrooms, which I’ve discussed before here. But, seriously, I am terrified to use an airplane bathroom on the off chance that somehow the little stall will dislodge itself from the rest of the plane and I will plummet to the earth with my pants around my ankles. *sigh* I’m a dork.
3. My very favorite book in the world is Anna Karenina. I’ve read it at least three times and every time I put it down and sigh at the greatness of it! My next favorite book is Jane Eyre, another that just makes me smile and swoon. Finally, my third favorite book of all time is The Last of the Really Great Wangdoodles. It’s written by Julie (Andrews) Edwards (aka Mary Poppins). It’s a kids book, but it’s so awesome. I’ve read it at least 25 times. My third grade teacher read it to us, and I’ve read it once or twice a year since then! I even read it to Lee right after we got married (isn’t that such a newly married thing to do?). I’m excited for the kids to get a little older so I can read it to them.
4. I have a weird and uncanny ability to impersonate people. I can do a mean Ace Ventura impersonation, which has gotten me nowhere in life, but did help me win over the boys in high school. I can sing in such a way that I can sound a lot like whoever’s song I am singing (within reason – my range is not in the league of some people out there). My favorite person to impersonate in song is Barbra Streisand.
5. I started out in college majoring in musical theater but quickly dropped that when I realized I had to sell my soul to the theater department and I decided I wanted a life.
6. My grandparents were pioneer missionaries to the islands in the West Indies and the Bahamas. My mom grew up in the islands and my uncle now runs a mission organization that takes groups into several different countries and islands. It is for this reason that I think I have a little more salt in my blood than the average person, and I therefore love the islands and the Caribbean so very much. I also deeply, deeply admire my grandparents, both of whom are already sitting before the throne of God.
7. I absolutely love throwing tea parties and have a secret desire to one day own my own tea shop. I love the scones and the pettifores, the finger sandwiches and the different blends of tea. I do not love cooking, or really even baking, unless it’s baking for a group of women who are going to have high tea with me. I am planning on taking Tia to her first high tea this winter and can’t wait.
I had a fabulous time in San Diego last weekend. It was so relaxing and so carefree and I came home revived and refreshed and ready to tackle the world again – or at least tackle my children! I am a big proponent of mom’s taking time to get away. I think it is muy importante (a little Spanish for you, a souvineir from San Diego). There is a danger for us moms to matyr ourselves for the motherhood. But that’s not always healthy. We need to get out, get away and just relax. Well, at least I do. I was feeling a little discouraged and overwhelmed before leaving for SD. But I had such a lovely weekend and I was truly ready to return when the time came. I wasn’t pining away for my kids, but I was ready to see them again and felt more emotionally and mentally prepared to mother them. I also came home so appreciative of my husband for giving me the freedom to take a weekend away. Lee and the kids did great here at home! So good, in fact, that I’m thinking I should have stayed away longer…
Anyway, San Diego is gorgeous. A really neat, pretty place. And I stayed with, and visited such dear, dear friends. When Lee and I lived in Dallas, we met Matt and Wendy Brunner and instantly had a connection with them. Despite living in separate cities now for several years, we have remained closely bonded. God just knit our hearts together in a special way so many years ago. Wendy is one of the godliest women I’ve ever met and I was refreshed this weekend as we spent many hours talking. Wendy is leading a women’s retreat this coming weekend and read me her material. I was so encouraged by her and I’m so grateful for the time I had. I also visited my friend Wanida, whom I’ve not seen in almost 10 years!! We lost contact after college, but Wanida is another dear friend who God just knit my heart to in a special way. Wanida and I spent the day sight-seeing. We rode bikes on Coronado Island. We went to La Jolla and sat on the beach. We went to Torrey Pines where I saw the famous golf course, then hiked in Torrey Pines park, which was gor-geous! Then we went to Del Mar and stood at the beach watching the surfers! So cool. What a fun place to live.
Anyway, I’m so glad that I had the chance to take that trip. It was a blast. If any of you ever get the chance to go to San Diego, I highly recommend it. It’s awesome! Now I am frantically trying to clean my house because we’re having friends over tonight – sing it with me: Back to life/ back to reality…
We took the ferry round trip to visit Coronado. Isn’t it beautiful? It was so fun to be able to look back and see downtown San Diego.
Wanida told me that sitting on the edge of this lookout would make me feel like I was sitting on the edge of the world. She was right. It also made me feel like I was going to plummet to my death though, so I didn’t hang out there long.
La Jolla beach. I went back there by myself on Sunday morning. I took my Bible, sat at a quaint little cafe overlooking the water, and just drank in the morning. I haven’t done something like that in years. It was awesome!
Update: Mystery solved (check the comments). The person who I suspected is indeed the culprit, though I’m still a little baffled by the Sephora box. Anyway, Brad Dearborn is a dear friend and mentor to me (a spiritual mentor as well as a mentor in the art of practical jokes). Brad led a bible study that I was in in high school and had such an impact on my life back then. As you can see, his sense of humor is wonderfully dry and wickedly funny – yes, there were many a dropped off item at my parents house over the years from toilets to a headless goose. And those things always made their way back to Brad’s house, either by me or by my mom, who, I must say, also has a wickedly mischevious sense of humor. Thank you, Brad. You’ve provided many years of laughter and it’s moving on to another generation. Brilliant. I love you dearly! I’m off to San Diego tomorrow morning early to visit with dear, dear friends. I’m so excited and I’m going crazy right now trying to get ready. I’ll be back next Monday.
Sloan received a mystery package in the mail today from someone who obviously reads this blog. It is a ceramic giraffe with it’s legs crossed and a couple of tickets to the St. Louis Zoo. Who is it from? It was sent from Ballwin. At first I thought I knew for sure who had sent it, but the Sephora box has thrown me for a loop. Anyway, whoever you are – well done! I have laughed all afternoon. If you didn’t read the giraffe post, click here.