This is Sarah’s new friend, Sarah Jane.

Yep, that’s what she named her.

My friend, Sarah Jane. (said very fast)

Friday night David, Emily & Audrey went to the teen meeting at church. Since we had had a big day, and I knew Sarah would not sit and watch the video, we decided to stay home.

It is on very rare occasion that I get to spend one on one time with the girls. So, I wanted to do a couple fun things that Sarah would enjoy this night. I ordered a book ((My Art Class)) online a couple of weeks ago that has little art projects for toddlers. I didn’t have all the materials needed to complete the Sweet Belinda project so we improvised a little and just used what we did have.

Sarah had the best time making her little "friend" and I can’t wait to do more projects with her. I know that she will enjoy it even more with Emily and Audrey. They tend to be a little more creative than I am.

I am trying my best to get a little video to load but so far no luck! Hopefully, I can get loaded this afternoon.

I took this picture of Sarah’s hand Friday night as she was coloring. I really didn’t think much of it until I uploaded the pictures to the computer. I was just trying to get a different kind of shot, and as you can tell, that didn’t work out well for me. But when I pulled up this picture my heart got all jiggly ((when Audrey was younger, maybe 4 or 5, anytime she was excited, happy, or full of emotion, she would tell me her heart was all jiggly)) and I felt an overwhelming sense of panic. How long ago has it been since Emily and Audrey’s hands were this small? When did their’s get so big? When did they stop reaching for mine? Why did I ever tell them to let go? Believe me right now, if I could, I would take back every single time I told them they didn’t need to hold my hand.

Right now Emily’s hand is almost as big as mine and Audrey is quickly catching up. I often ask myself, why do they have to grow up so fast. But this morning I am asking myself, why am I rushing them. One day they are not going to want me to hold their hand, lay their head in my lap, want me to brush their hair. But yet I send them on, telling them that they are big girls and can brush their own hair, walk by themselves, and fix their own breakfast. Why don’t I take the time to enjoy them now when they are still little? When they will LET me, when they WANT me too.

The Same Hand
First grasps your finger tight,
Then holds your hand to cross the street all right.
This same hand dirties walls and doors,
Then scribbles the birthday card you still adore.
This same hand scales rocks and trees,
Then asks for the car and household keys.
This same hand waves a grown-up good-bye,
Then spreads out wide to give the world a try.
I’ll grow quickly and time will pass,
But these handprints are yours to last.

Week one

Before we started school this year Emily asked me if we could get up early and get started like “real school”. Because you know, ours isn’t real or anything. So, we had to go over (again) how ours IS a real school, I have a card and everything from the state saying so.

This week was pretty slow, as far as school goes, we mainly just reviewed the basics and went over some school rules. Our main school rule is ~ do not give the teacher a hard time, she IS not perfect.  This came after I made a mistake and the girls were giving me a hard time.

 For the first couple of weeks in history we will be studying California and truck farming.

Math was pretty basic this week. We focused on Times Tales since they are both struggling some with multiplication. We will probably do the same next week and then move on to the division section shortly after.

Our story for the week was Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel. We tried to do most of math section that FIAR offers in the book. We spent a little time         talking about squares, building squares, making squares & looking for  squares. When I pulled out the math manipulative’s everything suddenly became Sarah’s. I’ve never heard the words, that’s mine, used so many times in row.

I didn’t take as many pictures as I would have liked. Most times we were just focused in on what we were doing and I forgot all about taking pictures.