We drive all the way to Clarkdale every Friday to take piano from this wonderful lady. She and Race always have lots to talk about...
Mary is a retired world traveler: she spent time studying in Antarctica and Europe, she loves birds as much as Race, and always have yummy things coming out of her oven for us to sample. Plus... she is the perfect piano teacher for Race. They both look forward Fridays.
Thank you, Mary. For blessing our lives.
Race loves piano. He loves music. And we're finding it comes very natural to him.
Watching him practice makes me wish I would have stuck with it all those years ago.
I'm not a big bird fan, but meeting Uncle Michael's new friend in training almost convinced me I actually liked birds... but then I was reminded of the chickens back at home.
The boys loved Jake. Yep, that's this beautiful bird's name. Jake. And it was pretty amazing watching him swoop down from the trees to Uncle Michael's arm.
I was having flashbacks of my favorite childhood movie. The theme music blasting in my mind as I watched Jake fly around. And I was right there again, pretending I was the beautiful Michelle Pfeiffer putting up with Matthew Broderick's horrible English accent, dodging arrows in the sky.
On Fridays when we have time to kill after therapies and before we pick Witt up, sometimes we run to Walmart to pick up odd and end things needed at the house. And sometimes while we're there, we just visit the books. Sometimes longer than other times. Depends on how much time we have to kill.
Even Spot liked how much snow we got. Right after Race and Spot came in from their morning walk, we had a coyote running through enjoying the snow as well...
This is the cowboy snowman named Slim. He had a zucchini for a nose. The boys are still in their PJ's and haven't even had breakfast yet. They saw the snow when they woke up and ran out to build Slim.
And we even got up the rim a few times to sled with friends the Wimers and the Bryants. These are the friends I told you about who have been my mentors through the whole home schooling experience. We are so grateful for each of them!
Race and Dathan:
Lane and Addy: Lane didn't much care for the snow... at all. He did a lot of crying on our outings.
Witt and Justin: After this winter, I have decided Witt will never own a dirt bike, motorcycle, or anything that goes too fast. :)
Race and his buddy Easton.
Lane and Porter:
Gunner and Witt (this is one of my favorite pictures):