Do you guys miss my kids? Because I do. I really do. In THREE WEEKS, I will be done teaching and I will have ALL THE TIME to spend with them. But until then, I get them in little bursts, bedtime routines, and pictures from Olli.
So, the AMAZING thing is that through Olli’s amazing hospitality, our house has become the neighborhood hotspot. Brilliantly, Olli has managed to keep the chaos OUT of our actual house, confined to the driveway and front street. The kids play street hockey, floor ball, and have driveway picnics out front. They ride bikes and build tracks from sticks. They have fights (our boys were grounded from the neighborhood kids last week) and make up. It’s awesome.
The boys have started playing lacrosse through city sports. Benjy scores goals. Henry doesn’t (yet) but enthusiastically cheers for his team with all sorts of vim and vigor. They love the helmets and pads. I love that they can play a stick sport that doesn’t involve ice time in America.
Adelaide is PRECIOUS. Once again. I say once again, because she hit a rough patch earlier this spring. Direct quote from her preschool teacher: “I have never seen such rage in a four year old.” It was Olli to the rescue (again!) spending time in her daycare class and rewarding good behavior by spending lunchtime with her. But now she is great.
She’s so great. She does this thing where she asks if she’ll have things when she’s older and then immediately thanks God for it. Like, “Mama, am I going to get married when I’m big like you?” “Do you want to get married?” “Yes. ” “Okay, then.” “God, thank you so much for giving me a husband!” Lately, it’s been, “Thank you, God, for giving me a husband with long hair!” And she thanks God for the kids he’s given her and all sorts of other things. Really, it’s inspiring. Name it and claim it.
The boys are in piano lessons. They’re also continuing in chess lessons. Henry’s also taking drawing lessons. Adelaide is in… no lessons. Poor third child. She’ll get something someday… When we get back from holiday in Finland. We leave in a month tomorrow.
The end.