March 25, 2013
We've had a good
couple of months, especially considering that it's been winter. Even
now that it's technically spring, we've gotten snow twice in the last
two weeks. It always helps to have swimming lessons to look forward
to twice a week. Especially this year, since we're doing them at the
same time as the Slacks. The first session you shared a level with
Roman, then you passed the test and moved up to the same level as
Christian for the second session. Watching you swim is pretty
incredible – you have strong, purposeful, well-formed strokes. I
think you are a better swimmer already than I ever have been.
At the end of
January Daddy took me along with him on a business trip to San Jose.
You and your siblings stayed with Papa and Grammie for five days. I
think you had a lot of fun – sleeping over at the Slacks one night,
doing a special nature program, watching extra movies – but it was
you who really, really missed us. The other kids didn't seem too
fazed by our absence, but you repeatedly mentioned how much you
missed Mom. Then when I got home and Dad went straight to Ohio, you
were the one who cried about how much you missed Dad! Truly such a
tender heart – I am thankful that you care so much.
You got to go
skiing with the homeschool group again three times – and this year
we went the same day as the Jacobs kids, so you and Daniel got to ski
together quite a bit. Of course you did very well and all but the
biggest story was when you, Dad, Daniel and Abby went to the top of
the mountain together. Abby was a little slower than you boys, so Dad
told you guys to go on ahead to the lodge. Apparently you got part of
the way down the mountain and couldn't figure out which way to go.
You and Daniel conferred and concluded you were lost. But you decided
to bravely ask a stranger which way the lodge was. You followed his
directions and successfully got down the mountain, but not before
peeing your pants for lack of a restroom. Although it seemed to give
you a bit of a rush once you realized you had made it, I think you
were genuinely quite freaked out.
The day after a big
adventure (like skiing) is normally quite difficult for you. It's
like you live for those highs, and coming down to real life is very
disappointing. Things that are normally easy for you become
overwhelming or despised and you often take your frustration out on
others. So hoping to make “normal days” more fun, plus desiring
to have some one-on-one time with you, I had the idea of building
“special Mommy-Isaac time” into each week (currently Thursday
afternoons). You look forward to it with great anticipation. It has
been fun for me too!. Generally we spend time talking about your
daily Bible reading and other things on your heart then transition to
a fun activity. We've played games, built a Lego set together, and
just last week we experimented with your electronics set. I'm hoping
our weekly time together will become a long and cherished tradition.
I've also started
giving you piano lessons. I sensed you were ready, but you weren't
interested unless I was your teacher. So I'm starting you out with
the idea that you will likely transition to another teacher at some
point. You are a quick study and so far understanding the staff and
rhythms, etc., have come easily. Playing duets together has been a
good incentive for you to practice as well. You are also very good at
math. Recently you had to start adding columns of numbers over a
thousand. It overwhelmed you and you pouted most of the morning. But
after getting over it, you now routinely get all of those problems
right, even though it would be easy to make little “mistakes”.
Another change is
that the Belchers are back. Nadya's food allergies were dangerously
worse in Russia, so they had to come home. We are all so glad to see
them again. We got to go hiking (M Hill) on Grace's birthday with
them and they have been over to play a few times. You and she and
Abby have a very special friendship. I found you writing Grace's name
in cursive over and over and over again. At this point you are
assuming you and she will marry one day – that would be okay with
me! (But these things seldom work out the way we think they will.)
You are growing up
in so many ways; it is hard for me to wrap my mind around the idea
that you will be eight so soon! I bought you a booklight and have
started letting you read in bed for a half hour or so. In the morning
you come up and say, “Mom I read 4 chapters (or whatever) in the
Jesus Storybook Bible last night.” I pray so often that you will
know his “never stopping, never giving up, unbreaking, always and
forever love” for you.
