Gideon has a vacuum; Mara has a pencil; Kateri has a tree branch; Bernadette has a needle and thread and fabric; Isaiah has a book; Daddy has a saw; Grandma has a broom and clean laundry; Grandpa has a hammer and a piece of wood. Nailed it.
Parenting, teaching, exploring, and playing in Kansas (and at the homes of friends and relatives we're visiting in other states)
Gideon has a vacuum; Mara has a pencil; Kateri has a tree branch; Bernadette has a needle and thread and fabric; Isaiah has a book; Daddy has a saw; Grandma has a broom and clean laundry; Grandpa has a hammer and a piece of wood. Nailed it.
It was a risky venture, to decide to potty train Gideon without warning, while beginning a new school year and adding a new student (welcome to kindergarten, Pia!). There were bribes (M&Ms: official potty training candy of the Friedrichs family), power struggles, many many clothing changes, endless books read to the protesting potty sitter, and school lessons done or checked in the bathroom while Mama sat with him. When the dust settled, Gideon was happily wearing underpants, and our very last two packages of diapers were dropped off at Habitat, to be brought home by a new family. Onward!
He swears he'll never let Mama cut his hair again, and we weren't sure he'd let Pam do it, either, but he did, and she was great!
All his life Gideon has watched me read before bed. On this night, I returned from the bathroom to find him immersed in the poems of Phillis Wheatley.
(After being helped by her mother to blow her nose): "Thanks! Now I can snort like a warthog!"
"Behind the clouds, the sun looks like another cloud that caught on fire."
Mom (Trying to shoo Pia out of the bedroom): "I'm going to get ready for bed now."
Pia: "OK. I'll go. I don't want to see your butt."