Freedom Writers

After a long day of gardening and such (we planted radish, beet, carrot, lettuce, spinach and squash seeds) we watched a movie, Freedom Writers. It's based on a true story of teacher Erin Gruwell and her high school English classes which have turned into The Freedom Writers Foundation. Amazing stuff.

What I learned about myself through this movie is that while I know that poverty around the world is my problem because I'm human and a child of God and I am moved to live such that I intentionally make a smaller footprint on this planet, my heart is tugged most strongly by issues of the inner city.

That makes no sense because I have no ties to the inner city and my life and experiences are pretty far on the opposite end of the spectrum closest to the Anglo-Rural arrow. But that's how it is.

I'm not sure where to go with this newfound realization, but right now I choose to sleep on it.

Happy Birthday, Little K

 

No more coddling now that you're 5 - make your own birthday cupcakes and make mine with extra icing, please.

Preaching to the choir

Not including Kevin's sleep insecurities, he has gotten much less clingy but still always wants to have another person with him - at all times. He's ok staying in a room when I leave if he has a friend or really anyone else in the room with him. He's an only child so it usually means he tags along with Andy or me like a puppy. That can be a bit annoying, especially to a couple of introverts like ourselves.

On Tuesday night, Kevin went out on a date with Elesa to dinner and the toy store. When he got home I asked him, "Was it nice to go out and have fun without Papa and me with you?"

He replied: "Yes, it was nice to have a break from listening to you."

His first word

In the car the other day, Kevin wanted to read his kids Bible. Usually that means just looking at the pictures but he said, "Look, Mama - I can read!" Then he focused his eyes on the first word of the page and started sounding it out.

"Buh - uh - t."

"Buh - uh - t."

"Buh - uht."

Then his eyes got wide, he clasped his hand over his mouth and he started giggling.

"MAMA! Do you know what this says??"

I started laughing because his reaction was funny but also because he had proven that he was really reading the word on his own. I tried to explain that he was reading the word "but" and not "butt" but he just couldn't stop laughing.

Andy chimed in, "That's the Bible for you."