clue #2

back again!  Been very busy lately.  But here is another clue!

                                                                                                                Try to figure out

                                                                                                                How I do

                                                                                                                Everything I do

my closet

Should’ve looked here weeks ago!! So much stuff!!! So totally awesome!!!! I found so many things , like an assignment that had questions like:

‘Count how many letters are in the word “directions”‘

‘Now write on the line how many letters are in the word “ten”‘ answer:

So yeh. There were also 3 braclets. And clothes. Hand-me downs. Probably from Landis. Also there are some old school prodjects in there.

but that’s pretty much it.

Book Review: Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing

Peter Warren Hatcher has a big problem: his little 2 1/2 year old brother “Fudge.”

From eating flower petals to jumping off jungle gyms, Peter and his parents never know what Fudge will do next. Peter often feels that his parents are either mean to him, or ignoring him because of his little brother’s “cuteness.”

I liked Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing because Peter was in the fourth grade, like me, and there were a lot of friends to help Peter through life. One of them was Jimmy, his best friend. Jimmy had fun with Peter and supported him when their classmate Sheila tried to take credit on a community project. Also, Fudge kept doing crazy things like trying to pet the bears on a movie, or throwing popcorn at people in the theater. I thought the book was hilarious.

There wasn’t anything about this book I didn’t like.

I would recommend this book for third, fourth and fifth graders. It is entertaining, and it will be easy for them to relate to Peter and know how he feels. Hopefully though, not like a fourth grade nothing.


It’s birthday season at our house. Aron’s was just 3 days ago(the 25th of September). Mine is coming soon. But Ivan’s , not so much. See his is the 29th of November so , yeah.

Anyway Aron got a painting of a Christmas tree,by ME! Also Tic tacs from Ivan and Mom. For my birthday want Grandma and Granddaddy to come over and two books in particular Hardy boys 56, and 57. Hope someone gets them for me. 🙂 There’s more but that’s the main thing. I’m almost 10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Owen is long. Tall. Stretched. Big.

His height is already threatening mine. Not quite to my shoulder, but close.

His heart is big too. I’m extremely proud of this boy.

He loves. His heart is not perfect, but he does love. He loves his God. He doesn’t always see Him in the people around him, but if I mention that he has mistreated or hurt someone God loves, and that it reflects his relationship with God, it melts him.

I am amazed at how sincere he is. How honest. How truly good his heart is.

Earlier this month, in conversation during play with his buddy across the street, he encouraged him to ask Jesus into his heart. This was not a new concept for Bradley, he’s been in church all his life, he just hadn’t prayed the prayer yet. Owen wanted him to take care of that. He suggested some wording and prayed with him.

He told me later, “mom, after he prayed, Bradley just couldn’t stop grinning.”

Neither could I.

He is his own. So many attributes of Kris and I, but so much only himself. I wonder at him at times and then other times, completely relate, understand and feel his joy and pain.

He reads as if his brain will starve without a book. He is hungry for story, for wonder, for mind adventure. I can’t keep up. I used to read everything that he reads. I read to be sure it’s all okay, but I can’t do it every time anymore. I have to trust, pray, trust and listen.

He leads quietly, he works faithfully, helping when asked, dutifully, the oldest child that does the right things. I can count on him. I hope for him. I worry, but I don’t worry scared. I worry cautiously. That I don’t take advantage, push too hard, expect too much. He rises to the expectation because he wants to do the right thing. He loves to be right. I want him to love being.

He grows fast. Not just on the outside.

It is so important to feed him well. Not just in his stomach.

Today I watched a video about healthy children. It pushed me to look close at what I do at home to keep my family well. I was with them until the end. “What is more important than your child’s health?” the voice said expectantly. Dangling my worth in front of me in crayon art of pears and apples. My spirit stiff armed the message. Wrong. There is so much more. The heart! Who will advocate the child’s heart? I wanted to toss the whole away. It looks so good, such a well made roof to keep the bad from falling on us, but it’s foundation is off, it cannot shelter me.

He and his brothers started training in karate this year. He surprises me at what he can do. His ability to remember, to perfect, to be precise. His instructors are patient, but honest and they suit him well.

School, church, karate, home, He does well. He has so much still to learn, but I am so confident in his eagerness and strength in learning. God has him tight. My heart is peaceful.

I am blessed.

An Off Day in Second Grade

This exchange happened after I received a note from Owen’s teacher and a downcast face from my boy about him showing off a bit with his friends.

Dear Mrs. Martin,

I wanted to write and apologize for Owen’s language and behavior today. I know that he is not in the habit of using unsavory language, nor would Kris or I allow him to. I do feel somewhat at fault for maybe not stressing the “badness” of the word He used. I don’t remember my exact words, but I know that we talked about that word and the fact that it’s in the Bible and what it used to mean. I am confident that I told him it is unacceptable though.

I had thought at first, partly due to his insistence that he was only saying it as it refers to a donkey, that he might actually be innocent. I asked him a lot of questions though, and the clincher for me was when I asked if he still would have said that word if you had been standing next to him. He admitted that he would not have said it.

I can only suspect that he was trying to impress or even shock the other boys by allowing it to escape his lips. I don’t know yet what his intent was

I also don’t know what was going on in the bathroom. Again, he said he wouldn’t have done whatever he did in the classroom or in mixed company. So he was indeed guilty, and full of the shame of it.

I don’t know what came over my boy today and I don’t know why it was all on teacher appreciation day. I’m sure that didn’t convey appreciation very well. I don’t know yet if there’s more I need to do, but I know that I’m thankful.

Thankful that he was mad at himself (not at the boy who told on him) after you talked with him. Thankful that you made a big deal about it and deducted points from his conduct sheet as well as punished him today. I’m thankful that I can send him out, away from me, and he is not just watched over, he is held up. Thank you for keeping the standard that I would myself.

It also gave me the opportunity to teach him 1 Thes. 5:22 and what the Bible says about avoiding evil. Even if he had done nothing wrong, even if his defense about not “meaning” the word in a bad way were completely true, it had the look and feel of “bad” and that’s not Christ like.

I had to write a similar note for Ivan’s teacher earlier this week. Not for poor language choices, thank goodness, but for repeated selfishness, which is what it usually boils down to for all of us. Oddly, I am not discouraged. I am pretty sure that God didn’t give me these fellas to simply enjoy, but to build up, correct and strengthen. How can I build up, correct and strengthen, if I don’t know where the flaws are?

Thank you again for everything you do in that classroom. I appreciate you and the school and all that goes into keeping our children safe and strong.

God Bless,
Mary Kelso

Her reply:


First, let me say I LOVE YOU!! 🙂 Owen is the wonderful boy that he is because of the godly parents raising him!
Second, no apologize is needed because I was just happy to learn that Owen really isn’t perfect!:) His little heart was crushed when we were talking about how his actions had affected his witness for Christ. It was very evident that he loves his Lord and was very sorry for his behavior.
Third, have you ever considered teaching a parenting class? You would be wonderful at it and there are some parents that could benefit from your wisdom!
Thank you for making my day through your testimony as a Christian parent! I am blessed by you every time I speak with you!

All to His glory,


P.S, Please remember that I have raised three boys and am working on the fourth one. There is nothing a boy can do that I haven’t seen before!! 🙂

I love the “P.S.”