Our Year of Stories 3/52

Maybe we just won’t have a winter?  I know, I am setting us up for a foot of snow with comments like that!
It was just such a beautiful week here, full of biking and playing and dancing and lots of joy.

No matter who wins, they always say that person had a head start, but they are racing a motorized scooter here, so I don’t think they really ever had a chance.


This tunnel is gigantic and it is open in their room about 90% of the time.  They rarely climb through it – it’s more of a place to huddle, usually to read or sleep.


“Okay, Mom, I’m ready for school!”
I love that I am blessed with his daily joy in my life.


Most days, she rolls down the window to get a goodbye hug and kiss from Brother before he gets on the bus.
This day, she was having a bad morning and locked the window, so he left a message in the dew.


Whatever the kiddos are doing, they all stop at 5:00 and face the flag as the bugle sounds.


I’m taking a workshop that suggested I do something new or outside my comfort zone this week.
I’ve always wanted to shoot in front of headlights.  He gave me about 2 minutes of dancing and a final dab before he was done.
I think we are mixing this with smoke bombs next time!



So. Many. Clubs!  These kids create a club every day.  I’m convinced it’s so they each get to be President of at least one club.

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He spent 45 minutes teaching me stick flipping, ninja forms and attack modes.  I love this kid’s imagination.


January 24, 2017 - 11:06 am

Our Year of Stories – 3/52 – Our Year of Stories - […] Mel Karlberg After about 20 minutes of him teaching me ninja moves, stick throwing techniques and detailed forms, I asked him if wanted to take martial arts classes again.   He looked at me, confused, “No, why would you think that?”  It’s because I always do this when I see a passion in him.  I want to recognize it, provide him with the rules and structure, and feed that passion so he can build upon it.  When he fell in love with piano, I immediately found him a piano teacher.  Three years and 3 piano teachers later, he still hadn’t learned his scales and was way less passionate about playing the piano.  I think I’m overly concerned about his ability to focus and learn the rules, but I need to remember that he is 8.  Now is his time to experiment, to explore his imagination and create his own rules and invent his own style before he’s thrown into a world that will try to define that for him.  For more of our week, head to my blog. […]

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