Eat Cookie – A New Two-Word Phrase

Our journey to help Noah find his voice has been so long.  There are days when I feel the effort has been too taxing, and we still have so far to go, maybe we should just rest, retreat and accept that where we are is where we’re going to be for a while.

After talking about two-word phrases for two years now, Noah is finally starting to say them on his own.  Today it was “eat cookie.”  I know it doesn’t sound like much, but I have fought through good days and bad, good moods and bad, days when it felt downright irresponsible to spend yet another 30 minutes on drills and two-word phrase activities that we’d done 100 times before.  I have fought hard for that two-word phrase.  And yet as hard as I’ve fought for it, there is one person who has fought even harder – Noah.  Stringing sounds together to form words and then stringing words together to make phrases is more difficult for Noah than any of us could imagine.  I don’t know if he fully understands how important it is that he learns to do this; I suspect he just understands that it is really important to Mommy that he learns to do this.  That’s why he endures daily drills and endless repetitions of functional phrases like “open door” and “milk please.”  But when he dives for a box and carefully and thoughtfully says “eat cookies,” it leads me to believe he has caught a glimpse on how important it is for HIM that he moves forward with speech.  Oh how I hope so!

In the meantime, it’s cookies and milk for everyone – on the house!

Vintage-Style Crochet Angel Dishcloth or Bath Poof


All right.  Let’s all say “awwwww” together just to get it out of the way.  After my Dad died, I got downright compulsive about crocheting these little cuties.  I found the pattern in a little booklet I had, and I just fell in love with it.  I’ve made enough (and can always make more) to offer on my Etsy store here:

The angel is made of 100% cotton crochet thread and comes with a printed blessing making it a perfect gift for a wedding shower, housewarming or a just-because gift to let that special someone know they are being loved and prayed for.  Custom colors are available.

After School I’ll meet you at the bar? Really?


The kid is 10 years old!  Meet you at the bar?

What in the world have these kids been watching?

What in the world have these kids been doing?

They are homeschooled, and I am their only teacher.  I should know about things like this, don’t you think?

This is what the kids were doing last week when I banned them from speaking to each other while they were doing their schoolwork.

They took to writing notes to each other on their school work.

Meet you at the bar?

As I found this while grading papers (the kids must have bet that I wasn’t going to be grading any time soon), I had to go through my mental file cabinet to figure this one out.

And then it came to me.


This basketball hoop fell over a few weeks back during a heavy wind storm.  The kids aren’t strong enough to put it back up.  It sat useless for a day or two before the kids rigged this little beauty.  Wala!  It’s a gymnastics bar.  It’s a balance beam too.  It’s high enough off the ground over by the tree stump that the kids can do their forward flips on it.

It’s amazing what kids can achieve when they have nothing better to do.