One of the best part of receiving a gift is fondly remembering the person who gave it to me/us. The lady who sewed Isaac's racecar blanket and a Christmas potholder for us is moving away with her husband to a retirement community where his sister currently resides. I haven't known her that long, but she is one of those special ladies who puts so much love into everything she makes for others. Many people have been touched by her thoughtfulness and handiwork. We attended a going-away/50th anniversary party for her and her husband a few months ago, but it was nice to also be able to have just the women say goodbye (and in typical fashion, we did that with a nice luncheon and craft session). Her husband served in prison ministry and greeted us each Sunday with real conversation and nor just a hello. They will be missed.
Also, Isaac and I had a nice visit with a friend and her son while the older two were in class. Isaac and her son are almost the same age, and we hadn't seen each other since before they were born. I always have good conversations with her when I see her. I get carried away sometimes. Starting in junior high school, I talked to everyone the same way--my life was an open book, and I wanted to get to know people right away if they let me. It was an odd combo, being a loner and talkative at the same time. I just didn't have much of a filter, and I also figured it was an easy way to weed out who was going to be comfortable around me down the road by just being myself from the start. I was actually still very shy. Now I think I cater more to my audience, try to be considerate to others who don't want to talk, and have gone back to being more quiet except that I will encourage people whenever I get a chance.
Naomi went to a friend's 7th birthday party, and it was a doll party. Was glad Naomi could take her doll complete with a new outfit made by Grandma's cousin. The birthday girl had a Hearts for Hearts doll--I'd never heard of them, and I wish I had. A dollar of every purchase goes toward charities specific to the region the doll is from. They are a fraction of the cost of AG dolls as well. Naomi's was a generous present from Grandma. We weren't willing to spend the money to buy her an AG doll, but I would have considered one of these for sure. Anyway, Naomi had a good time. They had a lot of ice cream, and they designed and made little t-shirts for their dolls.
The next day was Mother's Day. There weren't many people available or in town to work in the nursery, so I ended up being the only adult (two is ideal, and my teen helpers have to be managed as well) in the nursery. There was no adult for Lucas' class, so they moved them adjacent to us that day so I could oversee them as well. Kind of hectic and crazy, but God sustained. Afterward, Manny took us out for Mongolian BBQ. Perfect for us all, even Isaac. Naomi gave me a book she wrote and a card she made at church, along with rose petals she gathered that had fallen around the church. Since I was in the nursery, I missed out on the roses they gave out to moms that day. I thought that was very sweet of her to think of me. The book was very thoughtful, and I know that especially since I know what the words she wrote mean to our family and to me. Chris came over, and they watched the older kids while Isaac and I napped. I really needed that nap. Then they went to see Amazing Spiderman 2.
Last but not least, Naomi took part in the trial group for the new computer-based standardized test (CAASPP) this year. She thought it was pretty easy. I don't know if that's good or bad. The scores won't be reported, so I'm not sure if I'll even get them. Naomi didn't run into technical problems, but she said other kids had their answers wiped out and had to start over or had computer glitches. This was a problem that reportedly plagued a lot of sites. With the new test, which is based on the new Common Core standards, students must justify or explain their answers. Also, there is an audio portion of the test where information is read to you rather than your just reading it. That's right up Naomi's alley. The ISP instructors found that the students struggled with fractions. In the practice test, the fractions were often referred to using number lines rather than the usual slices of pies or other round object. This I think is actually the right way to go, particularly for future math and science courses, but I can see where it can be a struggle to grasp the concept at younger ages. There are aspects of CC with which I am completely onboard, but the implementation and mandate don't sit well with me. It also seems the curriculum may have been rushed, and parents may not be able to help their children, because students are learning to do math so differently now. I haven't run into major problems with it, but of course I'm using my own curriculum so I can't speak to it other than Lucas' current math curriculum being Common Core-based (which seems like just a simpler version of the original curriculum).
Even though I don't like the idea of exchanging the study of beautiful literature for informational texts, to be frank, I think kids should have an education that will give them a better chance at finding a job that pays the bills. Unless you are very gifted and show up in the right place at the right time, a career in the arts won't do that. Everyone has different callings, but an interest may not be a calling, a hobby may not be a career. Naomi had wanted to be a singer a couple of years ago, like many little girls, but she may not be gifted enough to make a career out of it. She struggles in her voice lessons, which I let her do anyway because she enjoys it, and she's improved a lot. I don't say this to be discouraging, but I don't want to give her delusions that she will make it big and be set for life, nor do I want her to pursue it for that reason. Sometimes she worries that she has no talent, but I tell her she has many gifts, and that God will shape her over time.
We made pages for a memory book for the guest of honor.
Me with D at her going-away lunch.
Isaac meeting V. They are just a couple of weeks apart in age.
Naomi at C's doll-themed birthday party.
Isaac and J in the ball pit of the nursery on Mother's Day. J is actually a few months younger.
Lucas watching the food being grilled at Mongolian BBQ.
Isaac had a feast.
Accidentally matching again.
Outside the restaurant. It's a sign of things to come!
What Mothers Do by Naomi.




