Now into October, we are in full swing with school while still enjoying what’s left of summer/warm fall winter days. The nights are chilly but the kids enjoy the afternoon sunshine and warmth outside. Kent is nearly finished with K4. We will begin K5 next week. He won’t be 5 until January but he seems to be carrying the load quite well. Arielle was 3 in August and is over her head with K3. Unlike Kent, she has a short attention span and some sort of drama is bound to interfere at some point in our short school days. She can pick out her own clothes, dress herself, clean her room, and help me bake a cake. She can follow instructions to the last detail, but education is not going to be her strong point, I'm afraid. She's my child - I'm all about cutting corners. Get it done in record time. Then there’s Kent – methodical, meticulous, observant as a hawk. Let me demonstrate:
Kent sees a car once and he remembers who the car belongs to, the make, model, and year of the car. He will point out a car while driving down the road and relate the car to the person he knows who drives the same make, model, year, color, etc. Kelly & Bob (my sister and BIL) have an Impala. My Mom has an Altima. Though Kent knows Nana’s car well, he has hardly seen Bob & Kelly’s. In a parking lot one day, Kent pointed out that a car like Nana’s and Aunt Kelly’s were side-by-side. And indeed they were the exact make and model, though he quickly pointed out that they were different colors.
Arielle, on the other hand, knows and loves Aunt San’s burnt orange Nissan Quest. They have ridden in her van on many occasions. It has been parked in our driveway for extended stays on several occasions. She knows it well. We were on our way to church last week and we passed a small cherry red car. Arielle excitedly said, “Mommy, is that Aunt San’s van??” Kent was completely appolled with her and guided her to the straight and narrow. How does one raise such opposite children without stepping foot inside a mental unit? If I had a houseful of them, I would certainly be locked up in a straightjacket.
Our camera bit the dust late this summer, but I managed to collect a few classic pix. The slide show above reveals some of the events outside of tornado aftermath.
