How to eat spaghetti, Hanny-style.

Doesn’t every five-year-old pretend she is an Egyptian slave-master?
She developed the costume herself.

It’s okay.  Last week she pretended to be Laura Ingalls.

And look at her cursive.  Surely she isn’t that dangerous!

While she needed some assistance with the spelling, she needed NO help with the penmanship.
I am so proud of her.  She didn’t know her ABCs to save her life in September.  Now she is reading steadily.  She is still behind where the others were at this age, but she is so stinking smart in other areas, I am not so stressed anymore.

At co-op today, Nigel studied how air can move and lift things, Stewart made glow-in-the-dark slime and discussed the Biblical directive to tithe.  Tabitha made Valentine’s day cards and talked about peaceful hearts.  Marie made butter like Laura Ingalls, discussed school rooms in colonial America, and  made and studied eyes. 

And while Johanna is really enjoying the daily naptime reading of Goodnight Moon, it was Good MORNING moon around here the other day.  This is what I get to look at while I do the dishes.  I still get giddy some days that God picked this house for my family.