Dear Jessa ~
I feel like this week was packed full, but my list of what to talk about isn't very long. So we'll see.
I canned some peaches this week. Because clearly my life isn't hectic enough and I thought that surely canning peaches would remedy that problem. [rolls eyes] I ended up doing them on two separate evenings (because half of them weren't ripe the first night). I ended up with a total of, I think 28 quarts, but I let Travis have 6 for his help. And because he bought some of the jars.
|The girls absolutely adore car-carts|
|Abby is still very into hats|
|Kessa and Abby have Resa blankets now. |
Kessa likes both of them
As I started giving my talk it went well at first. And then I said something that just fit with what I was saying that I suddenly realized I wasn't supposed to say for like 3 or 4 more paragraphs! So I had to do some quick thinking and make it still flow all together while rearranging my talk on the fly. In so doing I completely skipped one of the more meaningful stories and didn't realize it until it was almost too late. So then I had to reroute again and put that in later and make it flow well. By the end my talk was all rearranged (you got the non-rearranged version, as I don't think I could replicate the real thing), but when I sat down, I was at 14.5 minutes! (Yes, I did set the stopwatch on my phone. Hah!) So apparently I still left some things out, but clearly God answered my prayers and helped me to leave out the things that got me down to 15 minutes.
|"Mommy, I stuck!"|
|Sometimes, you just have to let your|
kids dress themselves. Even on
I was going to wait until October to talk about this, but Travis spilled the beans on Facebook (he was bragging about me, so how could I be mad? Plus, he had no idea that I hadn't told anyone yet) (and no, I'm not pregnant) so I might as well tell you now and give you more details in October when there's more to show and tell.
Kessa is loving math problems. Here's a sample from the other day:
BJ: How many legs does a bird have?
BJ: If two birds were on the playhouse, how many legs are on the playhouse?
Kessa: Hmm… 4!
Me: Good job! What if there are three birds?
Kessa: [thinks very hard for a few minutes] Six!!!
Yes, my 4-year old just did multiplication. And loved it. #proudmama
- Kessa's bedtime prayer: “Please help daddy get a new car, because he keeps driving the old one and it's falling apart.”
- Me: Please make sure you put the bookmark back in.
Kessa: I already knowed that. Because God told me. Because he hear-ed!
- Kessa: I'll bet Papa is going to say, “Are you here for my birthday?”
Me: He might. And if he does, what will you say?“
Kessa: Thank you!
- Kessa: Do you know, if we get in a crash and our car gets to be in all pieces, there's a truck that will come pick them all up.
BJ: Do you know what that truck is called?
Kessa: Nobody has telled me yet.
BJ: It's called a tow truck.
Kessa: Why isn't it called something else? Like a pick up truck?
Oh, and maybe I should answer some of your questions you've asked. Rowling is very involved. She actually suggested the idea, since she knows so much about about Newt Scamander. So it'll really be awesome! Plus, I don't have Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them memorized like I do the other books, so I don't think I'll be disappointed if they change anything. It's a win-win!
And you asked something about sack cloth and ashes once. I'm not finding it right away, so I hope I answer the question correctly. Feel free to clarify if I totally miss the point. During periods of mourning, the Israelites would show their grief by replacing their clothing with sackcloth and smearing ashes on their faces. (An ancient version of our wearing black. And far less comfortable.) It's a very visible sign of grief and misery. It was pretty much required when there was a death, etc. I don't recall what scripture story exactly you were talking about, though, so I can't specifically address it. If you want more clarification, let me know.
~ Tianna and Co.