Happy New Year!
This new year will be a time of starting Torstein out on his path of formal learning. He can already recognize some letters, and can count to ten with a little prompting. He also does an excellent job of providing the "Arf! Arf!s" in "How Much Is That Doggy In The Window" so we're thinking he'll be a singer some day. This will be the only one to be STARTED in homeschool, so I will be anxious to see what happens. His father does not want him to go to a Public School now that he has seen the system as it is (what a year of awakening, now that we're discussing the educating of his own son. The older boys were already older when we married, so he simply accepted whatever I wanted to do with them, without giving it much thought, even though he was somewhat apprehensive about homeschool at first.)
In that same vein, I have had a joyous experience regarding my "outside employment"! My husband finally said, "Uncle!" and I have been able to quit my job and be a HausFrau again. I was having a rough time in the Deli anyway (have any of you ever worked with a person who is a maniac?) so I was not especially sad to see the money go. I have had a problem letting go of the regular folks I used to wait on, and I did my job really well so I got a lot of "Positive Strokes" out of it, so I do miss the ego petting. Of course, if I get desperate for that "boost" I just tell my husband, "Pat me on my head and tell me I'm good!" and he laughs and does exactly that. Or if I've had a bad day, I'll tell him what happened, and then I'll tell him that requires twelve "Poor Baby's", and he'll screw his face up in a fake expression of deep compassion and he'll say "Poor Baby!" twelve times. The effect is only deepened by the way he counts them off on his fingers when he says them. The humor of it helps more than anything else I've ever tried. I'm going to have to get a lot of these in the very near future, because this house has not been deep cleaned in six months. Pray for me!
As a bonus, he has said several
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