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Next time, won’t you sing with him?
Archive for February, 2007
Ty sings his ABC’s
Sunday, February 25th, 2007Just wait until they get to the “Real World”
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I went out with Ty to the crafts store to pick up a wind chime that I saw was on sale. While looking around (I knew exactly which one I was going to get, but both Ty and I go distracted by the cool stuff in the store), Ty started ringing the various chimes and describing aloud the garden ornaments, id est, the gnome that is leaning on his shovel and the frog that is sitting indian-style. We picked up our chime and walked to the yarns so that I can look at the crochet hooks and what kind of chunky yarns the store carries. Then we walked to the cash register to purchase our wind chime. While standing in line, Ty saw a box of candies. “Juh. Uh. Nnn. Ih. Ohh. Rrr…”
“Ty, are you reading?” I asked.
“Yea! Mmm. Ih. Nnn. Tuh. Suh. Juh-nih-ohhhhhr… Mints.”
“Oh my gosh, Ty! That’s great! Junior Mints, yea.”
“How old is he?” asked the cashier, who looked young enough to be in college.
“Ty, can you tell Miss Catherine how old you are?” I asked him.
“I’m Ty. T-Y spells Ty.”
“Ty, how old are you? Are you three or four?” I asked him.
“I’m four years old.”
“Oh, nice,” said the cashier.
She was totally impressed by Ty. It impressed her even more to hear that I have two more at home. And what really knocked her socks off was to learn that the kids are homeschooled.
“I’m so totally going to homeschool when I have kids. They are so polite!” To top that, as we were leaving, Ty let me go ahead of him and said, “Go, Mommy. Ladies first!”
Moving
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Taking inventory of all your stuff, throwing away the junk, packing your stuff in boxes, stacking the boxes in the common areas, et cetera… Moving is a chore. Dad rented the U-Pull truck at 2pm on the last day of January and drove it home. Together, we moved the couches and… I forget what else. That afternoon, I went to work, and he tightly tucked in the large items and boxes of books. When I came home, we loaded some more stuff but couldn’t get to the rest of the house until the bed was in there, and that had to wait for the morning. At 7 am, we were up and moving again. By 10am, we still hadn’t left the house. Dad called on a friend who didn’t hesistate to help. Both men did the heavy unloading while the kids and I “helped” – and that means we moved the couch cushions, one at a time, in teams of two.
That was on a Thursday. Friday, we went to work like normal and left the house filled with boxes. I got the kitchen up and running on Friday, but most of the work was done on Saturday, when the bedrooms, music room, office, and living room were cleared and ready to be lived in.
A week went by, and here we are: high-speed is up and ready to deliver news and information, books are up-to-date, and it looks that we have settled in nicely. The kids and I went for a walk earlier last week, looking for the park, but I got tired of pulling them (I was walking in circles, trying to find the way out of here). We’ll try again when the weather clears.
And speaking of weather, the arctic blast that has been devastating the Northeast is treating us very nicely – except for the dripdripdripdripdripdripdrip in the middle of the night. Our first week here was a bit chilly – albeit this house is a cooler house than the last. And temps in the low 70s are nothing to complain about.
It sure is great to have room. Open room. Air. Calm. Kids’ playing and screaming in the yard, and my scrubbing pots and pans and a quiet attempt at crocheting a bathmat. And a washing machine! No hauling three kids and 50 pounds of laundry! No taking three hours on a Tuesday morning doing laundry. Just a tiny load here and there. Blessings. All for as little as a grand and a half per month. Really, it’s worth it. When Isis runs back and forth in the yard, chasing the kids or just chasing her nonexistent tail. Or when the kids get the homeschool supplies by themselves from their very own hallway closet (we have two). Or when the kids and I practice our vocal ranges and I practice the hymns all because the music room is on the way other side of the house and has doors that actually close !! Or when I can shower in a different bathroom than the one that one of the kids is pooping in. When I tell people the price, they cringe. But we live here all day, not just in the evenings. I, myself, cringe at the thought of ever living in a medium-density area again or thinking back to that miniscule matchbox that we used to call home. Oh dear. Paying almost a grand for that place was a rip-off. I’m glad that we have this place… even if we only have four lightbulbs throughout the house.
