Update on the Brown Kiddos

We had Abigail's parent-teacher conference on Friday. Basically, she's reading like crazy but at the wrong times. She has a tendency to read while the Mrs. Taylor is teaching! We discussed how strange it is for a teacher to tell a child to put the book away. Mrs. Taylor also said that Abigail talks a lot -- we know, she's got Whitehorn blood in her. But, she said that she doesn't necessarily talk to anyone -- just talks (and sings) to herself. I'm sure it can be quite distracting. Makes me smile, though. Her desk looks like it blew up but honestly, after seeing her room I would have been surprised if it had been orderly. Mostly, we're going to step-up in the math facts department. She's developed some bad habits (using fingers!) and we're going to work on getting things a little more mental. We're so glad that Abigail is in a place where she's happy, loved, and safe. She comes home each day (happily) talking about her day -- something that wasn't happening before. Even though Gram decided not to pay for her school, Jason and I are going to try to keep her there as long as possible. We're grateful that God has given me a job that is allowing her to stay and not have to start another (4th) new school (since January.)
Mikaela wakes up each day happy -- and she's so excited if it's a school day. She has always made friends easily but has developed a "friendship" with a boy named John. Apparently, John likes a certain shirt that Mikaela wears and I have to really watch her so that she doesn't take it out of the dirty clothes hamper. She's still gets in our bed each night but we love it -- that's why we bought a king-size bed. Some day she'll stay in her own bed, so for now we're going to enjoy the snuggles. We went camping about a week ago. We went with some friends and celebrated our first Feast of Tabernacles. We had so much fun! There were lots of Christians there and obviously Jewish people. Mikaela told me the other day that she didn't realize that Yeshua was a real person. Yeshua is the Hebrew word for Jesus and we use them pretty interchangeably around here. I was starting to be impressed that our trip had such an effect on her. When I questioned her further, she said that she had seen him when we were camping. Really? She then described a man with a beard, small hat on his head, and a thing over his shoulders. Ha, Ha -- that could have been 1/3 of the men there! So sweet. We're going to have to talk a little more about Yeshua and Jesus.
Luke has finally settled down with the potty words. Seriously, he would find a way to work "booty" into every sentence -- whether it fit or not. We tried to replace it with "buzz" but it didn't quite work the same for him. He's pretty much given up naps -- ugh! And has decided that he will be the pickiest eater around. He would live on peanut butter if he could (Jason loves peanut butter, too. Must run in the family.) I had enough last night and forced all of them to eat the homemade chicken-noodle soup. You would have thought he was dying! I don't see the issue -- he likes chicken and he likes noodles. But he wouldn't do it. I made him have it for breakfast and he still wouldn't budge. He got a regular lunch only 'cause it was a school day and then he got it again for snack (nope!) and supper again. Finally, he ate a few pieces of chicken. I can't decide if I'll let that count or not.
Chloe is big! She's fitting into her 18 month outfits VERY nicely -- she just turned one! All of my other children weighed 18 lbs. at one year but Chloe weighed 21 lbs. She uses three words -- mama, dada, and snack (how appropriate.) Oh, and she "signs" for snack, too. Just in case you didn't get it the first time. The rest of the time she just screams -- usually at Luke or Mikaela (they love to smother her.) I think her next word might be "stop." She's not interested in walking. At childcare they said that she needs to wear shoes -- my response, "Why? So she can ruin the top of them?" She'll walk if you hold her hands and force her. I have noticed her letting go of things a little and standing on her own -- so I'm not worried. In her own time (as long as it's not too much longer.) Oh, one more thing -- we've been singing "God, Our Father" for our prayer at dinner and she can "sing" the tune. Pretty neat. She's a reader -- like all my children. That's a good thing.
We love you all and hope to hear from you.
Many blessings,
mickie