Haydn said, “Daddy, I think I broke my bottom.”
I said, “I think you did cause there is a crack in it.”
The kids laughed a lot. I love hearing my children laugh and love even more making them laugh. There is something about the laughter of my children that satisfies something deep in my soul. Their laughter communicates contentment to me.
We laugh a lot in our home.
The past four weeks I have been taking Ansa, at her request, to the cul-de-sac to teach her how to ride her bicycle. Logan and Loren, the next door (two doors down) twins are a month older than she is and they have been riding for about two months.
Ansa was properly motivated that it was time for her to learn how to ride a bike.
We probably practiced for 12 or so of those days. Well…yesterday was the big day. Ansa took off and became an official bike rider on May 10, 2011.
Her tongue was wagging and her teeth were glowing as she could not stop smiling as she went around and around and around and around the cul-de-sac.
She only had one little spill that hurt her. She fell off several times on her own. Thankfully it was a tragic free day. She would ride straight for the neighbor’s yard, after jumping the short hump/curb and dismount in the grass. It was sorta cute.
She is stoked.
My back is quite grateful.
Tristen wrote her first newsletter this week. She was pretty stoked about it. I’m not sure where she gets her ideas for things, but there seems to be quite a few of them.
Last month she started a vacation bible school in an impromptu fashion. She wrote out the lesson plans, created the games, had prayer time, and more.
These things are unprovoked by Lucia and me, which makes me quite glad. It is cool to see what is being provoked inside of her. I respect Tristen a lot.
On the newsletter, she wrote it and picked the pictures. I did some of the formatting as her “oversight” editor. It’s mostly her though. She encourages me soul. Here is the newsletter: Tristen’s Newsletter