Just thought I'd share a couple photos from the last couple months that were taken from the back porch. Foggy mornings and camouflaged visitors were too sweet to pass up.
These outside photos make me think of Owen today. Owen is experiencing his first retreat today. He and all the elementary students at his school are having their annual Spiritual retreat. They hang out outside and talk God. I can't wait to hear his thoughts on it. He also wants to join the nature club at school. Once a month they go on hikes and learn about plants and animals, insects and more, but they also help around the school with flower beds and gardens. I think he will enjoy it and I love the hands-on learning that goes with that. By next year he can be helping me in the flower beds around our house.
He has been sorely neglected in regard to keeping his blog up to date. Thanksgiving pictures were last to be posted and surely I have more to say about my eldest boy. Yet...here we are in the throws of summer vacation and I have just now made the time sacrifice to update. I will simply post what is most recent and try to catch up with more in the days to come.
Owen had field day on the 18th of May. They had a medieval theme and the kids sported matching t-shirts as they went through aptly named obstacles and challenges. It was a cold day for students in their t-shirts and shorts, but oh the poor teachers who were sent to the dunking booth. I felt very, very sorry for them.
Here is a glimpse of some of the fun:
The events ended at noon and the little brothers and I stuck around to have lunch with Owen as he had requested. The school day was nearly over and naps were not going to be had anyway so I got permission to take Owen with us a couple hours early. This opportunity provided us time to visit the zoo on a very cool afternoon and we had a blast. We didn't get very far into the exhibits though before we went home because of Aron. He continuously tripped and fell. We didn't bring the stroller with us or we would have rolled him around and saw more animals, but after 6 scraped knee incidents I was done.
So...I have posted...but I am not finished...I intend to do better.
I have a few pictures I wanted to post from Owen's class Thanksgiving party.
He is reading more and more all the time. He loves to know things, so being able to better interpret things around him is a big deal to him. He sometimes wishes he could be home more because he feels that he misses out on what his brothers are doing, but he would never be satisfied to miss out on the fun at school for long either.
After missing one sight word on his very first spelling test he has scored perfectly on all the rest. It sort of irritated him I think, to make that first mistake and he now realizes the importance of being quizzed on those words a couple of mornings each week before the test.
At church he loves having Ivan in the same Sunday school area that he is in now that Ivan has graduated from the nursery. The three of us walk to Ivan's room together after dropping Aron off at the nursery and they discuss what color tag they will each get so that they can sit in the same section during the children's church service.
My favorite thing of late is that Owen is so interested in the Bible. He has asked me to wake him up early so that the two of us can sit down together in the mornings and read the Bible together. So far we have done this about three mornings each week. When we are up very late on a Wednesday night or for some other reason I let him sleep. But I have tried to be faithful to that desire and we usually go through about three verses, breaking them apart and finding the creamy center of God's sweet message of love for all of us.
On Friday I walked into Owen's classroom with him so that I could have one more face to face reminder with his teacher that someone else would be picking him up. I carried his booster seat to his room for him and as we walked in he was immediately surrounded by his classmates and literally screams of "Owen! Hey, Owen's here!" went up as he made his appearance. I had started to speak to his teacher but the bellows were an interruption and I looked at the small crowd and then back to his teacher with questions in my eyes. She smiled knowingly, and said softly, "They love him."
I had no idea I was escorting the Kindergarten rock star to his room.
It made Kris and I laugh when I told him about it and I was relieved a bit. The first few weeks of school, Owen talked mainly about the kids who wouldn't play with him and I began to wonder if he had been singled out as the weird kid or something. I know kids can be cruel and I didn't want to have to deal with that sort of emotional crud that can happen to kids. My response to his hurts in those first few days was to let him know I hurt for him, but to assure him that letting those hurts fester would do him no good.
We talked about confidence, about whose love and attention are most important and how to portray himself around others. I don't think he had to have a pep talk, I think he just needed to get to know people better. I knew things had gotten better for him, but I had no idea what a rise to stardom had occurred.
Kris said that now we'll have to talk to him about the great responsibility that comes with great power.
Owen turned six on Tuesday. We took him out for breakfast before school and he limped his way into his class soon after. Yes, I did say limped. He jumped off of something up in the playroom the night before and landed on his foot in such a way that he must have damaged something. I am confident that nothing is broken but there is definitely a bit of trauma going on in there. Nothing swelled, nothing turned purple, or even pink...it just hurt. Honestly, it reminded me of when I tore the ligaments in my foot when I was young. There wasn't a lot of physical evidence for anyone to look at and feel sorry for me, just a LOT of pain. However, I couldn't put any weight on my foot for a week and he seemed to be much better in a few days so I haven't taken him to the doctor. I need to schedule his annual check-up and will definitely mention it then.
He had a nice birthday. Grandpa was there in the morning and went to breakfast with us. I took a bunch of chocolate, chocolate chip cookies in for his class. His Grandma and Mema showed up that evening and he had chili for dinner. We waited until Thursday to have his party because a) We rented the church playground and Thursdays are better for that in terms of fewer other things going on in the building and b) Grandma and Mema could be there. Unfortunately Grandpa couldn't be there, but they got to spend some fun time together before hand. I'm still hoping he'll come back to Nashville after his trip to Oklahoma. He said it depends on how homesick he is. :)
Thursday finally came and almost everything was ready. I forgot two main ingredients to a good birthday party. 1) the camera and 2) candles. Pretty crazy huh? All I can say is...I had a lot on my mind. I did have my little camera with me and Kris' mom took a few with her camera.
He wanted a Lego party and I just knew that I could make him a cake that looks like a Lego block. The closer we got to party time though, the more intimidating it all became. I finally decided on putting Lego blocks on top of a simple cake and it worked just fine. He loved it. I had a slew of ideas for a Lego themed party that could have been really fun. All of them required some time and money though and he wanted a lot of people. I gave him the choice of cool games or a big crowd and he went with crowd as I expected. He loves people around him. So we took some of the large Lego blocks we have and after pizza and cake Kris went and hid six green Legos in the playground for the kids to find and win prizes. I picked up some toys and such in the $1 section at Target and they enjoyed it. That was pretty much all we had time for anyway.
There were around 40 people there and the playground was a big hit with his friends who had never been there before. We had a lot of help with everything and I'm so thankful for family and friends and neighbors who are ready to roll their sleeves up and be a part of things.
I don't see a lot of difference in Owen so far in the transition to age six, but I did overhear something this morning that made me smirk a bit.
"That was when I was five Ivan...I'm six now and I don't like that anymore."
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