Today started at 3:45am with "I want breakfast." Not a good start and by 4:45, I was already "having a bad day" and reading blogs and feeling like our Mother's Day was not nearly as lovely.
But then, Silas now back to sleep on the sofa, briefly lifted his head and said "Sheep Out to Eat" and then laid his head back down and fell asleep. Ah, I thought, we might not do crafts or clean up very well but my children know books. Apparently, they even dream about them.
And then I remembered a sweet moment this weekend. My husband said "you really need to get Cate a copy of Paul Revere's Ride." Oh husband of little faith, I have a copy. I found a book of poetry opened it up, took it outside to Cate. Seeing the title, she grabbed the book, laid down in the overgrown grass and began reading it. She was delighted as she puzzled out the few words she didn't know, like mystic, barrack and Lexington. She certainly doesn't understand it but it is a start. She is now eager to read the "Jack and Annie" Revolutionary War book.
Today I want to find an audio recording of the poem and perhaps a picture book. Cate can recite The Owl and the Pussycat because of hearing it on this CD hundreds of times. Occasionally, I will come upon Si saying "his nose, his nose, a ring at the end of his nose."
Suddenly, I'm not feeling so bad.
In the photo above Si is delighted by a tool. My dh planted the planter. Isn't it lovely?