In our great state of NC we don’t get too much snow in any given winter.  It’s pretty common though for us to get a couple of small snows a year.  But this year, we’ve had nothing, nada, zero in the snow gauge.  There hasn’t even been a chance of it for that matter.  I haven’t even bothered checking to see if all 4 of the bigger B’s had snow appropriate wear.  But, this Sunday night it finally happened. Yes, we got some snow.  A very small amount of snow.  But in the true spirit of childhood my kids would not let even the smallest snow go by without donning the snow gear, or lack thereof resulting in socks on hands, and pulling out the sleds.

Lucky for us, it doesn’t take much snow in these parts to be able to sled down the hill.

Don’t you just hate it when that happens.

Look I found a snow bunny.

Her big brother made her a snow baby.

But, the best thing of the day was the….

littlest snowman ever. Do you see it?

Does Thursday still count as mid-week? Oh well here goes anyway.

-I may have mentioned a while back that I was considering some reorganization of our school room. We’ve always done school at one large table together but I’d recently considered giving everyone separate work spaces since we would soon be adding B3 to our school time. Last Saturday we found out that someone in our home school group was trying to get rid of some school desks. Long story short we ended up getting two school desks just perfect for B1 and B2 for FREE! B3 and B4 already had desks to fit them and we were able to cut our large table down to a size that is perfect for me to put my books on. I was very excited to be able to do all of this at no cost. That is truly an answered prayer!

- At this moment B2, B3, B5, David, and I are all in our bedroom together. B2 is typing, David is working from home, B3 is playing with army men, B5 is sleeping in his bed, and I am blogging (B1 is out on a birthday lunch with my parents and B4 is sleeping in her room). It’s actually very quiet. I love these times of being able to be close as a family even though we are all doing our own things.

- We had a three day revival this week at church that was a real blessing.

-The kids and I attended an interesting “concert” this week. It was a band from a rest home, they played homemade instruments. The average age of the members was 82 and they had five people that were in their 90′s. It was inspiring to say the least. The sweetest story was one of a lady who played the clarinet. Her husband (a woodworker) had made her clarinet for her. As the leader was telling her story she beamed with pride, it was obvious that she holds it close to her heart.

- B1 had a great birthday. Did I mention that he was still celebrating it?

- I’m feeling like it’s about time to get started reading a new book, anyone have any suggestions?

-Sounds like my time is about up today, everyone have a great end to your week! But first, you remember that show Baywatch?

Well here we are again, another year gone by. I know to you these years seem to drag by but that’s not the case for me. It doesn’t seem like you should be hitting double digit birthdays yet. You were born on Valentines, a day of love and boy do I love you! I’ve seen a lot of growth in you the last year. That doesn’t mean that you still don’t act like a kid sometimes because you do and it’s nice to see those times too. You still giggle when I say goofy things, you’re not too old for that yet. You’re still there to give hugs and tell us that you love us, I pray that never changes. But I can definitely see that your maturing and truly becoming an essential help to our family. You’re handsome, like your daddy, and you’re a thinker. Last week you drank creek water. Sorry I had to throw that in, possibly you could have put a little more thought into that one. Maybe the mother-like thing to say would be “it’s hard to see you growing so fast”, but I’m loving watching you grow into a young man. It’s a blessing to be able to parent you. Keep growing son, keep learning, keep following Jesus, and keep loving. But please, don’t drink anymore creek water.

Love,

Mom