Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Are You Serious?
My son can draw all of the sudden.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Saw this on Facebook
"I don't believe in God," said the dentist.
"Why?" I asked.
"How could God exist and allow so much suffering & pain in the world?"
"I DON'T BELIEVE IN DENTISTS" I replied.
...
He looked confused, so I asked "If there are dentists in the world, why do so many people have BROKEN, INFECTED,& MISSING TEETH?"
"Well, I can't help anyone who does not come to me to have their teeth fixed!" he said.
"EXACTLY. GOD CAN'T HELP PEOPLE UNTIL THEY COME TO HIM!"
(such a good point.)
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"Why?" I asked.
"How could God exist and allow so much suffering & pain in the world?"
"I DON'T BELIEVE IN DENTISTS" I replied.
...
He looked confused, so I asked "If there are dentists in the world, why do so many people have BROKEN, INFECTED,& MISSING TEETH?"
"Well, I can't help anyone who does not come to me to have their teeth fixed!" he said.
"EXACTLY. GOD CAN'T HELP PEOPLE UNTIL THEY COME TO HIM!"
(such a good point.)
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Monday, August 29, 2011
Pirate Day!
Friday night Gavin told me that he wanted "Pirate clothes." This is what I came up with. I don't mind that I am a fabric hoarder. It sure does come in handy. :)
I always have cardboard laying around, too. Wow, there is so much that can be done with cardboard! Oh, the possibilities. are. endless.
I love the face he makes with the eye patch on. In this picture, Abby has Smurfette wrapped up in a small piece of scrap material.
I made this white shirt first, but it seemed a little girly. So, we gave it to Abby.
Naptime came easy.
1st Pirate Day = Success.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
upDate
D week.. and review week.. were more like Unschool weeks.. the Dad around here is SO close to being finished getting our "classroom" ready.. we just kinda put things on hold because of my excitement.. We have, however, had a great 2 weeks.. Gavin wanted me to make him wings. So, i did.. Gavin and Abby have been painting a LOT.. We've been swimming. We went to visit Grandma and Grandpa.. We got Mario Cart for the Wii.. and Gavin is really starting to catch on. He's also been LOVING the "Free Draw" on Nickjr.com.. I will add a link for that. :) Today I am going to make Gav a pirate costume, not for Halloween.. but just because he wants to be a pirate whenever, ya know? I will have to take a picture and put it on here. Oh! And we got him an Etch-a-Sketch! He saw it on a movie and later tried to describe what he saw.. He was trying so hard to tell me what he wanted, but I could NOT figure it out.. and then he said, "It's on Little Rascals. I'll show you." We went and fast forwarded through most of the movie until he yelled, "Stop! That!" It was an Etch-a-Sketch.. We couldn't find a big one, but we found a little one! And now he has that in his bible bag, too. It's perfect for church. It may not be normal in most churches, but in ours ... for the first hour families stay together..Yep, kids and all. Anyway, all is well... and Unschooling really does make a bunch of sense.. kids do lead the way in their education.. not that that's how it's gonna be around here or anything.. but I am open to the idea.. on days or weeks that I'm not feeling the whole school deal. I doubt that it's going to hurt them, especially because they are so young right now.. Gavin is not even 3 and a half, yet...
update oct. 2011
we no longer live at "dad's".. so, our classroom is the world, now. as it would have really been anyway. i will surely, soon have a good place to put up our dry erase board that the kids love so much.
update oct. 2011
we no longer live at "dad's".. so, our classroom is the world, now. as it would have really been anyway. i will surely, soon have a good place to put up our dry erase board that the kids love so much.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Just Like Mine
C is for Carrying Case :)
I chose the alligator shirt.. because ya know? Jesus is coming back. Yay.
Gavin loves it so much, he slept with it last night. How awesome is that?
Very.
Cause to Celebrate :)
http://theboldlife.com/2011/08/celebrate-world/
This is a big deal. I will put it in the list of links, too. I just wanted to make sure it got noticed.. is why I'm making a post about it. I like this lady and just discovered this blog this morning. I LOVE good news and that's exactly where that link will lead you.. ^^if you love good news, too, get to clicking! ^^ Enjoy!
This is a big deal. I will put it in the list of links, too. I just wanted to make sure it got noticed.. is why I'm making a post about it. I like this lady and just discovered this blog this morning. I LOVE good news and that's exactly where that link will lead you.. ^^if you love good news, too, get to clicking! ^^ Enjoy!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Abby This Morning
She's starting off the day pretty cute. :)
Notice the tent? That's where Gavin has slept the last 2 nights in celebration of C Week(camping). In this pic he is in there waking up. Abby wakes him up most every morning (if he doesn't get to her first) saying "Bubba?..... Bubba?...... hey, Bubba?..."
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
C is for Castle!
Annnd...... cut, couch, curtains, cardboard, cereal, etc....
I totally made a "castle" today. It's not finished because I ran out of hot glue.
If it lasts longer than a day, I will get some more and put the finishing touches on.
This was so easy and FUN. I really messed up on the stairs, though. But it doesn't matter.. I can fix it.. and of course, the kids don't care.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
the Combo (ballet & break dancing)
horrible lighting, but i had to get it while i could with what i had.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
B is for Ballet and Break dancing
This is the perfect video to introduce ballet to your boy. :)
OH MY! MUTE THE MUSIC ON THIS ONE. Sorry for anyone that has already listened to it. I didn't know. This must not be the same one I thought it was.. and until I find it.. just please mute.
This is one of many great videos of kids break dancing. And at this very moment Gavin is dancing his little heart out. He has combined ballet and break dancing. :) I should have known that was going to happen. :)
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Amazing Mommy Article
This article has been shared so many times.. and there is a very good reason for that. It just might make you cry. I didn't, but who knows.. it's
by Anna Quindlen:
If not for the photographs I might have a hard time believing they ever existed. The pensive infant with the swipe of dark bangs and the black button eyes of a Raggedy Andy doll. The placid baby with the yellow ringlets and the high piping voice. The sturdy toddler with the lower lip that curled into an apostrophe above her chin.
All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost adults, two taller than me, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets, and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past.
Everything in all the books I once pored over is finished for me now. Penelope Leach. Berry Brazelton. Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early childhood education, all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages, dust would rise like memories.
What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations and the older parents at cocktail parties—what they taught me was that they couldn’t really teach me very much at all. Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can only be managed with a stern voice and a time-out. One boy is toilet trained at three, his brother at two. When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome.
As a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. First science told us they were insensate blobs. But we thought they were looking, and watching, and learning, even when they spent so much time hitting themselves in the face. And eventually science said that we were right, that important cognitive function began in early babyhood. First science said they should be put on a feeding schedule. But sometimes they seemed hungry in two hours, sometimes three, sometimes all the time, so that we never even bothered to button up. And eventually science said that that was right, and that they would be best fed on demand. First science said environment was the great shaper of human nature. But it certainly seemed as though those babies had distinct personalities, some contemplative, some gregarious, some crabby. And eventually science said that was right, too, and that they were hardwired exactly as we had suspected.
Still, the temptation to defer to the experts was huge. The literate parent, who approaches everything—cooking, decorating, life—as though there was a paper due or an exam scheduled is in particular peril when the kids arrive. How silly it all seems now, obsessing about language acquisition and physical milestones, riding the waves of normal, gifted, hyperactive, all those labels that reduced individuality to a series of cubbyholes. But I could not help myself. I had watched my mother casually raise five children born over ten years, but by watching her I intuitively knew that I was engaged in the greatest—and potentially most catastrophic—task of my life. I knew that there were mothers who had worried with good reason, that there were children who would have great challenges to meet. We were lucky; ours were not among them. Nothing horrible or astonishing happened: There was hernia surgery, some stitches, a broken arm and a fuchsia cast to go with it.
Mostly ours were the ordinary everyday terrors and miracles of raising a child, and our children’s challenges the old familiar ones of learning to live as themselves in the world. The trick was to get past my fears, my ego, and my inadequacies to help them do that. During my first pregnancy I picked up a set of lovely old clothbound books at a flea market. Published in 1933, they were called Mother’s Encyclopedia, and one volume described what a mother needs to be: “psychologically good: sound, wholesome, healthy, unafraid, able to deal with the world and to live in this particular age, an integrated personality, an adjusted person.” In a word, yow.
It is good that we know so much more now, know that mothers need not be perfect to be successful. But some of what we learn is as pernicious as that daunting description, calculated to make us feel like failures every single day. I remember fifteen years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton’s wonderful books on child development, in which he describesthree different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil (see: slug) for an eighteen-month-old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China. Next year he goes to college. He can walk just fine. He can walk too well. Every part of raising children at some point comes down to this: Be careful what you wish for.
Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been enshrined in the “Remember When Mom Did” Hall of Fame. The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language—mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, “What did you get wrong?” (She insisted I include that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald’s drive-through speaker and then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch The Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking?
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.
Even today I’m not sure what worked and what didn’t, what was me and what was simply life. How much influence did I really have over the personality of the former baby who cried only when we gave parties and who today, as a teenager, still dislikes socializing and crowds? When they were very small I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I’d done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be.
There was babbling I forgot to do, stimulation they never got, foods I meant to introduce and never got around to introducing. If a black-and-white mobile really increases depth perception and early exposure to classical music increases the likelihood of perfect pitch, I blew it. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact, and I was sometimes over-the-top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world, who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That’s what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.
by Anna Quindlen:
If not for the photographs I might have a hard time believing they ever existed. The pensive infant with the swipe of dark bangs and the black button eyes of a Raggedy Andy doll. The placid baby with the yellow ringlets and the high piping voice. The sturdy toddler with the lower lip that curled into an apostrophe above her chin.
All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost adults, two taller than me, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets, and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past.
Everything in all the books I once pored over is finished for me now. Penelope Leach. Berry Brazelton. Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early childhood education, all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages, dust would rise like memories.
What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations and the older parents at cocktail parties—what they taught me was that they couldn’t really teach me very much at all. Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can only be managed with a stern voice and a time-out. One boy is toilet trained at three, his brother at two. When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome.
As a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. First science told us they were insensate blobs. But we thought they were looking, and watching, and learning, even when they spent so much time hitting themselves in the face. And eventually science said that we were right, that important cognitive function began in early babyhood. First science said they should be put on a feeding schedule. But sometimes they seemed hungry in two hours, sometimes three, sometimes all the time, so that we never even bothered to button up. And eventually science said that that was right, and that they would be best fed on demand. First science said environment was the great shaper of human nature. But it certainly seemed as though those babies had distinct personalities, some contemplative, some gregarious, some crabby. And eventually science said that was right, too, and that they were hardwired exactly as we had suspected.
Still, the temptation to defer to the experts was huge. The literate parent, who approaches everything—cooking, decorating, life—as though there was a paper due or an exam scheduled is in particular peril when the kids arrive. How silly it all seems now, obsessing about language acquisition and physical milestones, riding the waves of normal, gifted, hyperactive, all those labels that reduced individuality to a series of cubbyholes. But I could not help myself. I had watched my mother casually raise five children born over ten years, but by watching her I intuitively knew that I was engaged in the greatest—and potentially most catastrophic—task of my life. I knew that there were mothers who had worried with good reason, that there were children who would have great challenges to meet. We were lucky; ours were not among them. Nothing horrible or astonishing happened: There was hernia surgery, some stitches, a broken arm and a fuchsia cast to go with it.
Mostly ours were the ordinary everyday terrors and miracles of raising a child, and our children’s challenges the old familiar ones of learning to live as themselves in the world. The trick was to get past my fears, my ego, and my inadequacies to help them do that. During my first pregnancy I picked up a set of lovely old clothbound books at a flea market. Published in 1933, they were called Mother’s Encyclopedia, and one volume described what a mother needs to be: “psychologically good: sound, wholesome, healthy, unafraid, able to deal with the world and to live in this particular age, an integrated personality, an adjusted person.” In a word, yow.
It is good that we know so much more now, know that mothers need not be perfect to be successful. But some of what we learn is as pernicious as that daunting description, calculated to make us feel like failures every single day. I remember fifteen years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton’s wonderful books on child development, in which he describesthree different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil (see: slug) for an eighteen-month-old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China. Next year he goes to college. He can walk just fine. He can walk too well. Every part of raising children at some point comes down to this: Be careful what you wish for.
Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been enshrined in the “Remember When Mom Did” Hall of Fame. The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language—mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, “What did you get wrong?” (She insisted I include that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald’s drive-through speaker and then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch The Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking?
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.
Even today I’m not sure what worked and what didn’t, what was me and what was simply life. How much influence did I really have over the personality of the former baby who cried only when we gave parties and who today, as a teenager, still dislikes socializing and crowds? When they were very small I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I’d done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be.
There was babbling I forgot to do, stimulation they never got, foods I meant to introduce and never got around to introducing. If a black-and-white mobile really increases depth perception and early exposure to classical music increases the likelihood of perfect pitch, I blew it. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact, and I was sometimes over-the-top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world, who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That’s what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Letter of the Week: A
He is very happy about it, too. He's actually sitting at the table right now writing a whole bunch of A's. The one in these pictures is his first attempt. :) He LOVES the dry erase board.Also, he loves that I blog about him. After I take a pic, he likes to go to the computer and watch it show up.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
A is for Art
wanted to go to an art gallery today, but that didn't happen. oh, well... some other time. :)
A is still for Art... and many other things...Monday, July 25, 2011
Gavin's First Day of Pre-School!!
Gavin slept 'til almost ten because he skipped his nap yesterday..
Oh, the joys of homeschooling! Also, we started a week late and no worries! :) (Our vacation lasted longer than expected.)
So... I asked him what he wanted to wear to his first day of school. The answer?...
"My life-jacket."..
another joy of homeschooling. There was nothing to argue about.. because Who Cares?!
It didn't last long.
I tried to get Abby in the pic, but she refused.. eh..
Friday, July 8, 2011
Elimination Communication
I wish I had heard about this 3 years ago. The link goes to an awesome blog post about it.
http://www.anktangle.com/2011/07/part-time-ec-why-bother.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Anktangle+%28Anktangle%29&utm_content=Yahoo%21+Mail
And here is a video. I love how Brits say "wee" instead of "pee".. how cute is that?
My daughter, when she is laying down in the bed, starts kicking a foot...
I started paying attention after I first saw this video.. and it really is true. I still use cloth diapers, disposable diapers, training panties.. and E.C.
Everyone has their own way of potty training.. and I'm not here to say there is a right way or wrong way. I will elaborate more on this subject maybe during afternoon nap. It's a subject that ALL moms have something to say about. I get the question, "how did you potty train?".. often. So, in my next post about it I will answer that question.
http://www.anktangle.com/2011/07/part-time-ec-why-bother.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Anktangle+%28Anktangle%29&utm_content=Yahoo%21+Mail
And here is a video. I love how Brits say "wee" instead of "pee".. how cute is that?
My daughter, when she is laying down in the bed, starts kicking a foot...
I started paying attention after I first saw this video.. and it really is true. I still use cloth diapers, disposable diapers, training panties.. and E.C.
Everyone has their own way of potty training.. and I'm not here to say there is a right way or wrong way. I will elaborate more on this subject maybe during afternoon nap. It's a subject that ALL moms have something to say about. I get the question, "how did you potty train?".. often. So, in my next post about it I will answer that question.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
My Favorite Quotes
I would love to move this to the sidebar, but I can't figure out how!!
I tried adding another text gadget, but it won't let me paste after I copy! :( so.. after removing this, I have to put it back as a post. I don't like how much room it takes up. It's overwhelming and I'm sorry for that. :(
"The only time my education was interrupted was when I was in school."
George Bernard Shaw
"We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today."
Stacia Tauscher
"Modern education is competitive, nationalistic and separative. It has trained the child to regard material values as of major importance, to believe that his nation is also of major importance and superior to other nations and peoples. The general level of world information is high but usually biased, influenced by national prejudices, serving to make us citizens of our nation but not of the world."
Albert Einstein
"A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor."
William Wordsworth
"With our thoughts, we make the world."
Buddha
...
Psalms 18:
25 To the faithful you show yourself faithful;
to those with integrity you show integrity.
26 To the pure you show yourself pure,
but to the wicked you show yourself hostile.
27 You rescue the humble,
but you humiliate the proud.
28 You light a lamp for me.
The LORD, my God, lights up my darkness.
"In the many trials of life, when we feel abandoned and when sorrow, sin, disappointment, failure, and weakness make us less than we should ever be, there can come the healing salve of the unreserved love in the grace of God. It is a love that lifts and blesses. It is a love that sustains a new beginning on a higher level and thereby continues from grace to grace."
James E. Faust
"A man who was completely innocent, offered himself as a sacrifice for the good of others, including his enemies, and became the ransom of the world. It was a perfect act."
Gandhi
"Stresses in our lives come regardless of our circumstances. We must deal with them the best we can. But we should not let them get in the way of what is most important-and what is most important almost always involves the people around us. Often we assume that they must know how much we love them. But we should never assume; we should let them know. Wrote William Shakespeare, "They do not love that do not show their love." We will never regret the kind words spoken or the affection shown. Rather, our regrets will come if such things are omitted from our relationships with those who mean the most to us."
Thomas S. Monson
"All major religious traditions carry basically the same message, that is love, compassion and forgiveness the important thing is they should be part of our daily lives."
Dalai Lama
"If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it."
Mother Teresa
"Experience is the teacher of all things."
Julius Caesar
"Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart."
Rumi
"All I have seen teaches me to trust the creator for all I have not seen."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Education is hanging around until you've caught on."
Robert Frost
"All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords."
T. S. Eliot
"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes."
Walt Whitman
"I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes."
e. e. cummings
"Dwell in possibility."
Emily Dickinson
"A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell."
C. S. Lewis
"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use."
Galileo Galilei
"I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit."
Kahlil Gibran
"I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is."
Albert Camus
"If Jesus had been killed twenty years ago, Catholic school children would be wearing little electric chairs around their necks instead of crosses."
Lenny Bruce
funny or not funny.. doesn't matter. the point is all about perspective.. i saw this quote as a good one.. to help explain why Mormons don't sport crosses.. or have them everywhere at church..and in homes... instead there's a picture of Jesus.. or what Jesus may have looked like..
"It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui."
Helen Keller
"No man ever believes that the Bible means what it says: He is always convinced that it says what he means."
George Bernard Shaw
"Recounting of a life story, a mind thinking aloud leads one inevitably to the consideration of problems which are no longer psychological but spiritual."
Paul Tournier
"As children of God we are somebody. He will build us, mold us, and magnify us if we will but hold our heads up, our arms out, and walk with him. What a great blessing to be created in his image and know of our true potential in and through him! What a great blessing to know that in his strength we can do all things!"
Marvin J. Ashton
"Salvation is an eternal goal we gain by a process of constant upward change. Doubt is spiritual poison that stunts eternal growth. We must first feel our way before we can see it with any clarity. We prove ourselves by making numerous correct decisions without being absolutely sure; then comes a greater knowledge and assurance, not before. Happiness is created. Love is its center. Its principal ingredients are sincere faith, true repentance, full obedience, and selfless service."
Richard G. Scott
"Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul."
Wayne Dyer
"If every husband and every wife would constantly do whatever might be possible to ensure the comfort and happiness of his or her companion, there would be very little, if any, divorce. Argument would never be heard. Accusations would never be leveled. Angry explosions would not occur. Rather, love and concern would replace abuse and meanness."
Gordon B. Hinckley
"Sometime in the eternities to come, we will see that our trials were calculated to cause us to turn to our Heavenly Father for strength and support. Any affliction or suffering we are called upon to bear may be directed to give us experience, refinement, and perfection."
Delbert L. Stapley
2 Nephi:28:29 -
Wo be unto him that shall say: We have received the word of God, and we need no more of the word of God, for we have enough!
"With the influences of evil that surround our children, can we even imagine sending them out in the morning without kneeling and humbly asking together for the Lord's protection? Or closing the day without kneeling together and acknowledging our accountability before Him and our thankfulness for His blessings? Brothers and sisters, we need to have family prayer."
Neil L. Andersen
"Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”
Leonardo da Vinci
I tried adding another text gadget, but it won't let me paste after I copy! :( so.. after removing this, I have to put it back as a post. I don't like how much room it takes up. It's overwhelming and I'm sorry for that. :(
"The only time my education was interrupted was when I was in school."
George Bernard Shaw
"We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today."
Stacia Tauscher
"Modern education is competitive, nationalistic and separative. It has trained the child to regard material values as of major importance, to believe that his nation is also of major importance and superior to other nations and peoples. The general level of world information is high but usually biased, influenced by national prejudices, serving to make us citizens of our nation but not of the world."
Albert Einstein
"A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor."
William Wordsworth
"With our thoughts, we make the world."
Buddha
...
Psalms 18:
25 To the faithful you show yourself faithful;
to those with integrity you show integrity.
26 To the pure you show yourself pure,
but to the wicked you show yourself hostile.
27 You rescue the humble,
but you humiliate the proud.
28 You light a lamp for me.
The LORD, my God, lights up my darkness.
"In the many trials of life, when we feel abandoned and when sorrow, sin, disappointment, failure, and weakness make us less than we should ever be, there can come the healing salve of the unreserved love in the grace of God. It is a love that lifts and blesses. It is a love that sustains a new beginning on a higher level and thereby continues from grace to grace."
James E. Faust
"A man who was completely innocent, offered himself as a sacrifice for the good of others, including his enemies, and became the ransom of the world. It was a perfect act."
Gandhi
"Stresses in our lives come regardless of our circumstances. We must deal with them the best we can. But we should not let them get in the way of what is most important-and what is most important almost always involves the people around us. Often we assume that they must know how much we love them. But we should never assume; we should let them know. Wrote William Shakespeare, "They do not love that do not show their love." We will never regret the kind words spoken or the affection shown. Rather, our regrets will come if such things are omitted from our relationships with those who mean the most to us."
Thomas S. Monson
"All major religious traditions carry basically the same message, that is love, compassion and forgiveness the important thing is they should be part of our daily lives."
Dalai Lama
"If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it."
Mother Teresa
"Experience is the teacher of all things."
Julius Caesar
"Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart."
Rumi
"All I have seen teaches me to trust the creator for all I have not seen."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Education is hanging around until you've caught on."
Robert Frost
"All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords."
T. S. Eliot
"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes."
Walt Whitman
"I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes."
e. e. cummings
"Dwell in possibility."
Emily Dickinson
"A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell."
C. S. Lewis
"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use."
Galileo Galilei
"I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit."
Kahlil Gibran
"I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is."
Albert Camus
"If Jesus had been killed twenty years ago, Catholic school children would be wearing little electric chairs around their necks instead of crosses."
Lenny Bruce
funny or not funny.. doesn't matter. the point is all about perspective.. i saw this quote as a good one.. to help explain why Mormons don't sport crosses.. or have them everywhere at church..and in homes... instead there's a picture of Jesus.. or what Jesus may have looked like..
"It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui."
Helen Keller
"No man ever believes that the Bible means what it says: He is always convinced that it says what he means."
George Bernard Shaw
"Recounting of a life story, a mind thinking aloud leads one inevitably to the consideration of problems which are no longer psychological but spiritual."
Paul Tournier
"As children of God we are somebody. He will build us, mold us, and magnify us if we will but hold our heads up, our arms out, and walk with him. What a great blessing to be created in his image and know of our true potential in and through him! What a great blessing to know that in his strength we can do all things!"
Marvin J. Ashton
"Salvation is an eternal goal we gain by a process of constant upward change. Doubt is spiritual poison that stunts eternal growth. We must first feel our way before we can see it with any clarity. We prove ourselves by making numerous correct decisions without being absolutely sure; then comes a greater knowledge and assurance, not before. Happiness is created. Love is its center. Its principal ingredients are sincere faith, true repentance, full obedience, and selfless service."
Richard G. Scott
"Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul."
Wayne Dyer
"If every husband and every wife would constantly do whatever might be possible to ensure the comfort and happiness of his or her companion, there would be very little, if any, divorce. Argument would never be heard. Accusations would never be leveled. Angry explosions would not occur. Rather, love and concern would replace abuse and meanness."
Gordon B. Hinckley
"Sometime in the eternities to come, we will see that our trials were calculated to cause us to turn to our Heavenly Father for strength and support. Any affliction or suffering we are called upon to bear may be directed to give us experience, refinement, and perfection."
Delbert L. Stapley
2 Nephi:28:29 -
Wo be unto him that shall say: We have received the word of God, and we need no more of the word of God, for we have enough!
"With the influences of evil that surround our children, can we even imagine sending them out in the morning without kneeling and humbly asking together for the Lord's protection? Or closing the day without kneeling together and acknowledging our accountability before Him and our thankfulness for His blessings? Brothers and sisters, we need to have family prayer."
Neil L. Andersen
"Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”
Leonardo da Vinci
How to tell you're enabling your child instead of helping
link:
http://blogs.trb.com/features/family/parenting/blog/2009/09/how_to_tell_youre_enabling_you.html
It's a good article, but if you don't read it... here is the highlight:
Helping is doing something for someone that he is not capable of doing himself.
Enabling is doing for someone what he could and should be doing for himself.
http://blogs.trb.com/features/family/parenting/blog/2009/09/how_to_tell_youre_enabling_you.html
It's a good article, but if you don't read it... here is the highlight:
Helping is doing something for someone that he is not capable of doing himself.
Enabling is doing for someone what he could and should be doing for himself.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Understanding Brain Development in Young Children
link:
http://www.ag.ndsu.edu/pubs/yf/famsci/fs609w.htm
If you are friends with me, don't expect me to know all there is to know on this subject. I am learning. That is a key part of my reason for blogging. It helps to log what I am learning. Yay, record keeping IS fun!
http://www.ag.ndsu.edu/pubs/yf/famsci/fs609w.htm
If you are friends with me, don't expect me to know all there is to know on this subject. I am learning. That is a key part of my reason for blogging. It helps to log what I am learning. Yay, record keeping IS fun!
From Play At Home Mom
I LOVE Play At Home Mom on Facebook.. they didn't know who said or wrote it, but they posted this today:
I tried to teach my child with books
He gave me only puzzled looks.
I tried to teach my child with words.
They passed him by often unheard.
Despairingly, I turned aside.
...“How shall I teach this child,” I cried.
Into my hand he put the key.
“Come,” he said, "PLAY with me.”
He gave me only puzzled looks.
I tried to teach my child with words.
They passed him by often unheard.
Despairingly, I turned aside.
...“How shall I teach this child,” I cried.
Into my hand he put the key.
“Come,” he said, "PLAY with me.”
Gavin's Favorite Puddle
This didn't happen today. I just found it when I was going through the pictures on my phone. It may have been in April.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Good Morning
I love when I wake up before the kids. When school actually starts, I am going to make a habit outta this...ok.. so,
I'm thinking that I want my blog to be full of useful information. I guess I will, eventually, have to put everything into categories.. I hope the process will be fun and easy. Until then.. just one post at a time...
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I'm thinking that I want my blog to be full of useful information. I guess I will, eventually, have to put everything into categories.. I hope the process will be fun and easy. Until then.. just one post at a time...
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