On her breaks, she loves to imagine as she walks outside. Along with basketball hooping, she is constantly thinking, imagining, pretending, and creating! I LOVE IT!
And when she comes in from her breaks, I’ll have some lunch ready for her. Today, I wanted her to know how proud I was of her efforts with some “bubbly!”
And then there are sometimes friends that pop by for playdates. Felicity is so special to us (And her little sister)
And every morning, we gather for our lessons. We just started a new book called WINGLESS> It’s an honor to be part of a HOMESCHOOL group for the pre-launch of this book. Stay tuned for more!
She and Daddy made it all come alive with some fresh basil to begin. Oh, the joy!
I cannot wait to see all the goodies that come out of the hard work that is put in. I know the effort that goes into planting seeds and then waiting. It’s truly the best way to learn. We don’t see our efforts right away, and yet, we reap the joy later on.
They reaped the joy immediately after with shooting some hoops. Daddy and Tot are pretty tough competitors!
I love seeing these two together; bonding, playing; laughing.
Tatum started a new book today. She just started writing, and in 45 minutes?
THIS IS WHAT SHE WROTE:
Chapter one
There is one place that is a separate world, away from siblings and fights, and most importantly away from parents and rules, and Baxter was the first one to go there.
The sun shone through the shutters. Baxter could feel feet digging into his rib cage, he was used to it. A small face appeared over the heavy woolen blanket. Of course. Baxter’s new foster sister, Akili, always was awake before him, and his siblings. She reached out and pulled the blanket away from him. “Hey, what did you do that for.” He said, trying to reach back for it, but Akili pulled it back further. She was fully dressed. Of course. Baxter reached out to nudge his twin brother. “Wha?” Paxter said startled. “You know who is awake.” “Yep.” Maybe it was the tone in his voice or, maybe it was because Akili was new to the family, but something made Akili yank on Paxter’s arm.
It wasn’t until their mother called them down for pancakes that Baxter actually talked to Paxter about Akili. “ Baxter you know that Akili is new therefore, we need to be nicer to her.” Baxter stood there. Paxter was right he had always been mean to Akili ever since she got off that plane he treated her as if she was just a fly on the wall that he was trying to kill.
Mom passed around the pancakes clearly eyeing Baxter, Paxter, and Akili. When she stopped on Baxter she leaned forward and said, “Bud, I know it’s hard being one of 10.” That was it. Was today the guilt trip day? Because Baxter sure felt like it was.
Baxter reached out to grab his notebook but Akili beat him to it. “ hey!” He shouted clearly annoyed at her. “No.” Baxter was getting furious. “ give it back!” But Akili just strutted off, Baxter chasing after her. When Baxter caught up with her he held out his hand and shouted,” give it back right now!” “Akili!” The name hung out in mid air. Soon the name was met with the voice. Jeremiah! Jeremiah was the oldest at 12 years
old. All the other siblings were afraid of him because if he saw one sibling being mean to the other sibling he would beat that sibling up then he would get in trouble with their mom but he didn’t care. Baxter had already gotten beat up four times once in the eye once in the stomach once in the head and once in the you know. And I wasn’t gonna get beaten up again for something that Akili was doing to me. So he quickly backed up but it was no use. Jeremiah kept stepping closer and closer until he was right up to me so close that I could feel his breath on my head. And let me remind you he’s only nine years old. Anyways Jeremiah said something that made him release all his breath that he had been holding, which was,” hey shrimpo little sissy picking on you?” He slowly nodded. “ well, then shrimpo I guess I don’t need to beat you up but I need to beat her up.” He pointed behind him. “Who?” He slowly dared to ask. He turned around. And instead of finding Akili standing there crying he saw mom and Akili. Mom‘s face was red with fury.
We come to you thirsty, Lord. We will continue to walk in the light.
Just tonight, Tatum illustrated the POWER of the WORD with her 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 BIBLES as she counted them. Then she proceeded to tell me how could one NOT believe after so many copies/translations/time passed.
We seek your face, Father.
This morning, Monday, we began our new study: MAKING LEMONADE:
My honey. He’s so good to us. Look how he brightened our home! The entrance is so inviting. It says,”Come in and feel the warmth and comfort of our “HAY”ven.”
Only to begin another wonderful day. Isn’t it so delightfully bright? Like my Taties.
Tatum used to “DREAD” Sunday nights because she knew Monday was school. Now she can’t wait to begin!
Then, as usual, she loves to walk and talk, and while reading her book. Newest is from Ted Dekker’s Journey series. LOVE!
And…she added to her “Jade” story. LOVING THIS! …. See the previous day.
This is the next paragraph:
The van jolted to a complete stop. I lunged forward. A stranger named Clyde walked over to my seat. He had a scruffy black beard that was right below the chin. He sat down next to me and pulled out a piece of what looked like candy. He bit off one chunk, chewed, swallowed, then did that over and over as I sat staring at him. When he finished, he swallowed, then took out another piece of candy and slowly handed it to me. I shook my head in disbelief and began to reach out. But Clyde shook his head and swatted my hand away. “Don’t you know not to take food from strangers?” I nodded. His gruff voice sounded very sad sadder than usual. “When I was a boy, one time, a stranger tried to poison me with this ere candy bar. Luckly my ere mama swaed my and away and I was safe.”
That night ,as I lay in bed, I thought about what Clyde had said to me. I really could’ve been poisoned? Could I have? I pondered that if I really had been poisoned, would that be better than my life now? My conclusion was yes being poisoned would be better than this life.
The next morning, I woke up at four in the morning. I climbed out of bed, pulled open my curtains, turned on the shower, brushed my teeth, got into the shower ,which at that time, was freezing cold, got dressed, climbed downstairs, opened the cabinet, got out a bowl and spoon, poured cereal into the bowl, opened the fridge, poured the milk into the bowl filled with cereal, sat down, and ate. As I ate my cereal I noticed the newspaper sitting on the table. I pulled it forward and read the headline, Boy Died From Train, I stopped chewing. Because under the headline was the name, Black Morristine, my dead younger brother.
