One reason homeschooling is fun, is that we can use part of the school day to celebrate silly things.Â Like today’s date is 12-12-12!
The kids had fun decorating 12’s to fit their personalities.
Enjoy your miniscule holiday!
Andrea made Megan a bucket of snowballs today.Â Megan would take one and then sneak around–as only a two year old can– trying to hit everyone with the snowballs.
You better watch out, her aim is improving!
We received a dusting of snow today, but the kids were still able to find enough to make snowmen.Â Megan is proud of her very first snowman!
We are finally getting our fall rain.Â Â I am daydreaming of snow though 🙂
On our drive to Canada, it started to snow. When we got up Saturday morning, we enjoyed a hint of snow on everything.
Megan did not remember the snow from last year and especially enjoyed learning about it. She did not enjoy how slippery it could be though.Â We played outside until her nose and cheeks were a pretty pink, then we went inside to enjoy the warmth of the fire.
This weekend we were able to go to Canada to celebrate a friend getting married.Â I got to know John and his family when Allan and I lived in Swaziland. Then we all got to know the “grown up” John when he stayed with Allan’s parents during school holidays.
It was a nice surprise to see some of the other missionaries we knew in Swaziland too.
Congratulations John and Alysse!
I enjoy taking pictures and I have been learning a lot!Â It is also fun to play with the pictures and come up with something completely unique.
The moon was brighter and the sky clearer than last night, and I had fun experimenting with more moon pictures.
God createdÂ nature for me to admire, but I often am too busy to go out and enjoy his beauty.Â I am glad that I had time tonight to find something new!
This was the view out of our front window this morning.Â Watching the clouds move by and the changing colors created a very distracted Momma.
“Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song…
By Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 â€“ 1986)