Sunday, August 30, 2009

In The Event of An Emergency...

I got to go to church today! Oh, so, so good to sing praise to the Lord with His people whether you know them or not. Worship is powerful in it's ability to draw everybody to the same place, into His presence. I feel very encouraged and filled up. However you have spent your Sabbath day, I hope and pray you are feeling the same.

As the Pastor was teaching, the Lord was showing me some things and I thought I'd share them with you... I hope it blesses you.

In Acts 8:26-31

And the angel of the Lord spake unto Philip, saying, Arise, and go toward the south unto the way that goeth down from Jerusalem unto Gaza, which is desert.

And he arose and went: and, behold a man of Ethiopia, an eunuch of great authority under Candace queen of the Ethiopians, who had the charge of all her treasure, and had come to Jerusalem for to worship, and was returning, and sitting in his chariot reading Isaiah the prophet.

Then the Spirit said unto Philip, Go near, and join thyself to this chariot. And Philip ran thither to him, and heard him read the prophet Isaiah, and said, "Do you understand what you are reading?"

And he (the eunuch) said, "How can I except some man should guide me?" And he desired Philip that he would come up and sit with him.

I love this story! I love that it is an example that God does give us clear, specific direction:

"go toward south unto the way that goes down from Jerusalem unto Gaza, which is desert."

I know there are times when I think something too big or too small or too whatever for God to give me direction. But He is sooo good and cares for us and loves us. He gives direction and guidance and wisdom in all things. I love that.

God gives Philip direction that maybe, just maybe wasn't Philip's first choice. Philip was told to leave Jerusalem. Leave the temple and tangible presence of God, leave other "believers" and go some place hot and uncomfortable. He was told to go the desert where it could be dangerous or at least unknown and unpredictable.

But Philip knows that wherever he goes, when he goes, he doesn't go alone.
God goes with Him.

Wherever we may go, when we go, we don't go alone either. God is faithful and He is present wherever we may find ourselves. (Even in Missouri-- hee hee).

I love Philip because the scriptures say, "And he arose and went:"

Philip wasn't like Jonah going in another direction. We see no record of Philip arguing with God or having some stamp-your-foot temper tantrum.
Philip simply obeyed and trusted in His God. Oh, what an example he is for us, for me.

"Then the Spirit said unto Philip, Go near, and join thyself to this chariot."

Again, more very specific direction. Why did the Spirit give more direction to Philip?
Because Philip obeyed the directions he received before.

When I am frustrated about not hearing from the Lord I have to stop and ask myself, "What was the last thing, the last direction, I received from the Lord and did I obey it?"

He is a God of love and He is mindful that we are just dust. He will not continue to flood and overwhelm us with direction after direction. Instead He is long-suffering and grows us and waits for us to be ready to hear the next step after we've taken the first step.

Now Philip, I believe, is having a good time. I say that because previously he arose and went. This time he "ran thither to him." He is delighting in obedience and running to do the will of the Lord because as he obeys he also grows in knowledge and intimacy with the Lord and doing God's will becomes a delight to Philip.

Now, because Philip is available, the eunuch invites him in and is willing to learn from him.
Philip is not stressed-out wondering how to get the chariot how to stop. He isn't screaming at him and doing anything that draws attention to himself. He is simply where God has placed Him and is available so God can use him.

And use him God does! Verses 32-34 of Acts 8 says that the eunuch was reading a prophecy of Jesus that the eunuch didn't understand. Verse 35 says , "Then Philip opened his mouth, and began at the same scripture, and preached unto him Jesus."

This is when God gave me the picture.

Having recently flown on an airplane, I was freshly reminded of the
"In The Event of An Emergency" demonstration.

Do you remember what you're supposed to do? In the event of a loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will appear from the overhead. Take a mask and place it over your mouth and nose and tighten the strings THEN assist your children and/or other passengers.

If you are not taking in oxygen and able to breathe and sustain life, you're not supposed to try and help other people breathe.

It makes sense right? But how often do we try to help others when we need more help than they do?

Jesus talks about first removing the log from our own eye so we can see clearly to help remove the speck from a friends' eye.

When we are in a right place with Lord, when we are breathing in His Word and His Spirit, we see clearly and we are able to help others.

We didn't make it to the end of Chapter 8 at church today but it ends with the eunuch coming to a saving knowledge of Jesus, being baptized and going away rejoicing.

It also ends with Philip, after his "job" was done with the eunuch, being taken to the next place. Again he is, by the power of the Spirit, next seen "preaching in all the cities."

How wonderful that he is able to use each experience the Lord brings him to as testimony for other people to come to Jesus too. How awesome that as we are faithful with each thing the Lord brings us, He uses it to prepare for the next thing He has for us.


Dear Lord,

I pray that we would be able to breathe deeply the things of You before an "emergency." I pray we would be a people ready to give an answer for the faith we have-- to our children, our families and those that invite us into their lives. Thank You for Your Spirit that teaches us and guides us and provides us with the words to speak.

Be glorified in us Jesus as we watch and wait for Your coming. May we be faithful is all things by Your power and for Your good pleasure.



Friday, August 28, 2009

Toto, We're Not in Kansas Any More

Okay so I'm not actually Dorothy and I don't have a dog much less have a dog named Toto.
But I think this phrase has grown into a general phrase meaning,

"I am far from home and all that is familiar."

I'm pretty tired right now but I'm going to try to string a few thoughts together. Please bear with me because I totally miss you guys and my brain needs to be
seriously unpacked. Keep in mind, I tend to "talk ghetto" when I'm tired. It takes too much energy to control my speech and I tend to slip into what is most comfortable :)

I am currently in Missouri.



I left last Sunday August 23rd at, oh get this,



Let's do some math, 45 minutes drive plus 2 hours before departure add a couple more hours to reassure and kiss my babies in addition to last minute packing, doing laundry, writing notes and kissing my hubby. What does that equal? I just didn't go to sleep Saturday night.

I figured it was no biggie since I know I am going to sleep on the plane and I would have Sunday afternoon to rest up.


No Sunday afternoon rest for this weary traveler.

My first flight into Phoenix was uneventful. Fast, quick with nary a bump. Awesome!

Connecting to my next flight was a little hectic. I did a little "Mall Walking" trying to hustle to the next gate but I made it.

Now, I know, that I know, that I know I'm supposed to go to Missouri. But as departure gets closer I have this really bad feeling something is gonna happen on this plane.

"Lord, am I supposed to get on this plane?"


"But I got this bad feeling. Really?"

Trust me.

"Am I gonna die? I don't mind dying I mean it's going home and being with You. But a plane crash? I wasn't counting on no plane crash Lord."

Insert crickets chirping here.

I'm left with nothing but my own thoughts. Boarding call-- gotta go.

I'm looking for my row and I'm feeling sick because I can "feel" this looming "thing."

I find my aisle seat and in the middle seat? Guess who is sitting there?

A just off-duty pilot taking a flight home! I am sitting next to a pilot! Yeah-- I figure if this baby is going down and there is any chance for survival this guy is going to find it and guess where I'm going to be?

You guessed it. I'm going to be like white on rice with pilot dude.

I sit and I give him a few minutes before I start chatting. Pretty soon he is telling me his life story and when his son was really sick and almost died. Poor thing.

Oh look! The beverage cart. How nice :)

We get our drinks and start chatting some more-- son was in PICU intubated because of some horrible pneumonia.

I'm a Mom so I am able to listen to his story while paying attention to the flight attendants. Remember, I'm a little "on alert" at the moment.

The attendants have know moved onto the passengers behind us.

"Sir would you like-- Sir? Sir? Sir?! Can you hear me?! Move the cart! Get him out... is he breathing?"

I looked over my shoulder and the man directly behind pilot dude is unconscious. I am certain he is unconscious because I was recently face to face with unconscious. I didn't like how it looked then and I didn't like how it looked thousands of miles in the sky.

As fast as you could blink, smiling, beverage cart pushing attendants have been replaced with expertly trained flight staff. They had him out of his seat and to the back galley in less than a minute.

I turned to pilot dude and ask, "By any chance, are you a Christian?"

Yes I am.

"Oh good, can I pray with you? You know where two or more are gathered..."

So we pray and I'm thinking, "Was this it? Was this what I sensed? Is it over? Is he dead back there? I wonder when we can go to the bathroom?"

Random I know, but there it is...

Pilot dude tells me that the plane has a direct link to the hospital in Phoenix in order that the staff can consult with a doctor on the ground. They can even send vitals over so someone on the other side can read them.

Cool. He tells me medical emergencies happen pretty often and most often it's not that big of a deal. He is totally calm. I'm taking my cue from him.

We start chatting about his son again--"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking, " uh-oh, " we apologize for the inconvenience but we need to divert the plane and land in Albuquerque. Please prepare for landing. We will be on the ground in fifteen minutes."

Excuse me?! We are UP in the sky. How in the world are we going to be on the ground in fifteen minutes?!!

Oh, I'll tell you how.

Just put the plane in, basically, a nose dive, add several more gray hairs to the head of the 42 year old women in row 17 that is mumbling under her breath, "Lord?! Are you serious? You have GOT to be kidding me? Really? A plane crash? Really? Come on!!!"

We land.

Safe and sound we land in Albuquerque New Mexico. We stay on the plane.


(Why do pilots always call us 'Folks'? Hmm funny that.)

Anyway, "Folks please stay seated. The ambulance attendants are going to take our passenger with the medical emergency off the plane and we will quickly refuel and be back in the air in half an hour or so."

Half an hour comes and goes. Then, here comes the beverage cart.

I'm suspicious. Why would they get the cart out for a quick refuel and take off?

"Folks," see there it is again, "Folks, we're going to have to deplane. We've detected a problem with the plane and we can't continue to St. Louis. Another plane is being sent for you from Phoenix and will be here at," wait for it, "at 3 pm."

It's only 11 am.

"Oh and Ladies and Gentleman because you do not have a boarding pass, you CANNOT leave the terminal. If you do, you will not make it through security again."

Armed with $5 meal vouchers complements of the airline, we all drift off to find the best Albuquerque's airport has to offer.

After half of a Quizno sub, I buy a blankie and a neck pillow that looks like a bear.

My family is out at 5 Rock for church that day. Marimba Sticks is getting baptized.

I smile.

I call.

Voice mail.

I realized there is no cell phone coverage out at 5 Rock.

I stopped smiling.

I sat off by myself and started all over with the Lord.

"I am supposed to go to Missouri, right?"


"Is the "situation" over? No plane crash?"

No plane crash.

"But I'm sitting here by myself far from home, far from my babies recently scared about what would happen to them if something happened to me. I'm not in Missouri where I thought I would be. I'm confused."

You're getting closer.


More crickets chirp.

I start wracking my brain... I faintly hear the echo of my own words, "if something happened to me."

I remembered Marsha's post about being afraid something would happen to her and what would her family do after already losing their little Christian a year ago.

When I read her post I remember agreeing with her that we can't live in fear and that we need to trust the Lord with our own lives as much as we trust Him with our kids because He is a God that provides.

I thought I did trust the Lord in this area.

I guess not.

I try to hold my kids loosely before the Lord. But I never realized how indispensable I felt to my family. I know it's silly. I tell them constantly, okay maybe just Leisl, but I tell her all the time,

"I'm not the answer for you sweetie. I will fail you. I will disappoint you. I will not always be there for you. Put your trust in Jesus because only He can promise to never leave you and never forsake you. Only He can keep that promise."

But when faced with the possibility that I wouldn't make it home, I realized how much stake I put in myself to take care of my children.

I didn't know what to do so I did what I know. I reached for my bible and my hands found their way to the Book of Jeremiah 32:

(all emphasis mine)

and I will bring them again unto this place,
and I will cause them to dwell safely;
and they shall be my people,
and I will be their God:

and I will give them one heart,
and one way, that they may fear me forever, for the good of them,
and of their children after them
and I will make an everlasting covenant with them, to do them good;

but I will put my fear in their hearts, that they shall not depart from me.

Yes, I will rejoice over them to do them good,
I will plant them in this land assuredly with My whole heart
with My whole soul."

(Like a skilled surgeon with a scalpel, He removed the last of my fear with this last verse)

"For thus saith the Lord; like as I have brought all this great evil upon this people,
so will I bring upon them all the good that I have promised them."

All at once I realized that all I really want for my children is that they walk in the fear of the Lord... because He is good and walking in awe and respect of Him will bring blessing to their lives.

After reading this verse, I realized only the Lord has the power to truly change the hearts and turn them towards Him.

I didn't want anything to happen to me because I thought my kids would be "mad" at God and not walk with Him and turn away from Him.

But God is trustworthy and He knows what is in their hearts just as well as He knows mine. He knows how to reveal Himself to us. He knows how to speak to my heart and the hearts of my children.

I know I can trust Him because of Jesus and the lavish display of love that is Calvary.
The Cross is where God provided our greatest need--salvation, eternal life and a victorious life here while preparing for there, for then.

I looked up .. from my little seat in that tiny airport and I saw the construction barrier in front of me.

Looks brand new huh? But as I sat in my seat, I kept staring at this bright orange plastic and then I saw it.

I laughed to myself and I laughed to the Lord and how He comforts me in the strangest ways.

What's a matter? Don't you see it?

Here, look closer...

Not yet?

This brand-new, perfectly intact orange "barrier" had a little tear in it. Just enough that from my angle all I could see was a Cross rising and a reminder that He tore the barrier that was between us and God and made a way to boldly come to the throne of Grace.

At the bottom of my notebook, underneath where I wrote those verses from Jeremiah, I wrote:

He is a keeper and fulfiller of His promise.

After that, I was good. I finally got through to Karl. I chatted with Andrea. A plane finally showed up from Phoenix... at 4 pm. I made it to St. Louis and after a two hour drive, at 10:30 pm, I finally made it... home in a weird way. No, not my physical, geographical home.

And no, not my Heavenly home.

But, stay with me, if being truly at home in Heaven is being with Jesus that is the Head and we are the body, then being with part of His body is still being home isn't it? It sure felt like it.

It was different. I didn't know the names of the street and how to get around or even where I was sleeping that night. But I was with people that love the Lord and are part of His body. So even though I wasn't with my husband or my children or my Nana and Papa, I was still home in the Lord because I was with Him and with His people, my people.

Hmmm, funny that.

Those are the "dots" and I'll let you connect 'em. I'd be interested in knowing what your "picture" looks like. But for now, for me, sleep is calling. It was been a long, satisfying, fun, tiring week.

(One down, one to go. I'll be home soon sweeties. Oh and Leisl, don't let Kurt read this.
It might freak him out.

I love you.)


Monday, August 24, 2009

Blog Hop: A Day In The Life

Not Back-to-School Blog Hop

This week at the hop, we are supposed to share what a Day-In-The-Life of our home school looks like.

Easier said than done around here. Our routine varies enough that trying to capture a "typical" day is a bit of a challenge.

So using pictures from our latest school year, we can show you that--

Sometimes we are...


Sometimes we are just plain...


While we can be quite...


We do try to keep it...


Except on the days we decide to be...


We love it when we are...


But sometimes we can be a little...


Whether we are measuring Noah's Ark in the...


Loudly blowing a...


Or setting the table to celebrate the...


We do try to be...


Except, of course, when Darth Vader...

Shows up


Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Infamous T-Shirt

It wasn't until July, when I met my cyberbuddy Tammi in person, that I realized Leisl's T-shirt is the source of some speculation and debate.

Leisl wears this T-Shirt a lot.

I don't mean "often" a lot. I mean "I had to sneak this off her bed to make this post" a lot.

I never noticed that she is wearing this shirt in the majority of the Science videos.

But as you can tell from the above photo, most of the time the camera cuts off the bottom of the shirt. No one has been able to tell, from the blog, what the rest of her shirt says!

Mystery unveiled...

This is what the entire front of the shirt looks like:

Ah, but the camera never shows the best part , which is the back of the T-shirt:

Yes, that is Yoda being a little short (no pun intended) on the height requirement for a ride at Disneyland.

The shirt was given to Leisl by our honorary Filipino & "unofficially adopted into our family" friend Andrea.

We didn't know how Leisl would react to the shirt since her stature (and lack thereof) has been a bit of a touchy subject.

But she loved it! (Whew!)

She has since embraced it wholeheartedly and proudly wears it as often as she can.

Leisl and the shirt have become impromptu Goodwill Ambassadors to all the tiny people. Everywhere she goes, "Less Tall" people approach her to talk about the shirt and express their desire to get one just like it.

I'm thankful she is able to not only accept who she is (and who God made her to be) but to do it so joyfully. We're very proud of her...all fifty-seven inches!


Monday, August 17, 2009

A Simple Woman's Daybook

For Today, Monday August 17th, 2009...

Outside my window... the sun is making a repeat performance! It should be 93 ˚ tomorrow and 96 ˚ on Wednesday.

I am thinking... of lists. Lots of lists are running through my head of things that need to be done. Underneath it all, I am thinking of how patient the Lord is and how impatient I am. It is definite the "load of laundry" I have going right now.

I am thankful for... my husband. It sounds mushy and gushy but he really is a stand-up guy and couldn't dream of a better husband for me and father to our children.

I am wearing... black yoga pants and t-shirt. I am uncharacteristically casual for a Monday.

I am reading... the usual... Footsteps of Flock at night, assorted passages in bible at different times throughout the day. My brain is too distracted for much else.

I am hoping... that Dr. Braman (who helped me tremendously) will be able to help Kurt with his headaches. He has his first appointment on Thursday.

I am creating... a wedding invitation still, packets of stuff that we will need for school and trying to create an organized place of learning before we officially start school.

I am praying... about what to share on Saturday out at 5 Rock. I'm also continuing to pray for my brother and handful of people I know are hurting right now.

Around the house... the laundry is just about done. I tackled the Master bathroom and our bedroom this weekend. That feels great! And after we finish up the LAST of the interior shots on Tuesday, we are finally, finally going to be able to return the upstairs to a home and not a movie set.

From the kitchen... Tonight we'll have leftover chili from last night. Tuesday- Adobo • Wednesday- Tacos • Thursday- Spaghetti • Friday- Salmon

One of my favorite things... making homemade play dough. With the recipe I use, the dough lasts for months without getting slimy or weird. We just store it in a gallon Ziploc bag. A "shoe bin" from the Dollar Store works great too.

**Play Dough Recipe**

4 Cups Water
(if you want to color it- add food coloring to water)

4 Cups flour

8 tsps Cream of Tartar

4 Tbls Oil

2 Cups Salt

Put all ingredients into a large pot, cook on medium heat stirring constantly
( and yes it will take a little muscle at the very end).

Cook until firm like play dough. It should look dry.

Roll the lump of dough onto a work surface (counter or place mat)
until it's cool enough to touch.

Once you start "working" the dough, the texture becomes nice and smooth.

Have fun!

A few plans for the rest of the week... The kiddos have swimming four times this week, the girls have a neighborhood bible study, violin for all three, the last of indoor filming on Tuesday and major furniture re-arranging Tuesday night. Wed- eye therapy for the two and errands. Thursday- Dr.'s appoint and church in the evening. Fri- errands and Saturday- Karl and I are out at 5 Rock in the morning.

Busy week :)

Here is a picture thought I'm sharing with you...

Our race track while under construction :)


Introducing: The Cast

Hopping right along...

Not Back-to-School Blog Hop

This week is student photo week. Since these photos (taken last year) are in my sidebars, I thought I would add some "new" information.

"New" is in quotes because if you have been around here for any length of time you probably already know all this stuff :)

The Eldest and Resident Smarty Pants
The Eldest and resident Smarty Pants

Blog name "Leisl"- entering 7th grade.
Thoughtful, brilliant with a wide streak of silly.
She wants to make films when she is older. ** Attention-- Miss Bossy Knickers is asking that I amend this sentence to read, "She wants to make films professionally when she is older."

I am reminding her that she is not officially a film maker until we get it finished!

She admires Peter Jackson (currently), playing the violin, writing, listening to scores and eating.

You can read more about her "Boy" craze here.

God packed a whole lot into this tiny, little package.

The Tallest and Resident Sweetheart
The Tallest and resident Sweetheart

Blog name "Brigitta"--entering 5th grade
Sweet, gentle yet curiously strong!
She also plays violin and still dabbles in piano.

She wants to be a teacher, nurse, missionary or all three.
She is collecting pennies--her goal is one million. She plans to donate them to fund bible translation.

You can read about her tendency to disappear here.

God was generous when He shared her with us. She still takes our breath away.


The BOY: The Youngest and Resident Comedian
The Boy: The youngest and resident comedian

Blog name "Kurt"-- entering 3rd grade
Hilarious, tender and very loud.

Our third violinist that might switch over to cello... He loves the drums too.
He plans on being busy when he grows up.
He wants to be a firefighter, police man, doctor and a pastor.
He loves living life and play with Legos.

His thoughts on the futures of Star Wars characters are here.

God named this little guy Himself.
His full name means, "A stubborn warrior whose God is Lord."
May he grown up to be his name.

*** A big welcome to all Life with My 3 Boybarians visitors. Make yourself at home :) ***


Friday, August 14, 2009

Lessons from the Garden

I'm definitely not a gardener.

I would like to be and probably could be with some effort. But that's the crux of it right there.

Being a good gardener requires effort and I don't have, no- wait, I'm not willing to devote effort to that endeavor at the moment.

But with that said, I can see why so many of Jesus' parables in the bible were based on gardening.

Even though I have more of a purple thumb instead of a green one, the Lord spoke to my heart using our "garden" (I use that term loosely) as an illustration.

As most of you know, Nana and Papa (my parents) live right next door.

Between our two backyards and our two bird feeders, we have the "club scene" of the winged world in our neighborhood. In other words, we get lots and lots of birdy visitors.

Because of all that activity, we have lots of sunflowers that pop-up right underneath the feeders.

There is a funny thing about these particular sunflowers-- each plant has multiple heads on it.

There are lots of bright, blooming blossoms all over and boy it sure looks impressive.

Just across the way, in the raised bed, is a lone sunflower plant. It hasn't bloomed yet and it "looks" a little behind...

But as I contemplated these plants the Lord spoke to my heart...

about deep abiding and fruitfulness.

The plants with lots of blooms all together look impressive but none of those many heads will produce any significant "fruit" or seeds.

It is a picture of busy, "Christian" works that look good from the outside yet produce little, if any, lasting fruit.

It was a reminder for me to be very careful of how I invest my time. There are lots of "good" things to do and be involved in like making meals for families that are sick, volunteering to organize this and participate in that. There are book clubs, home school groups, and countless bible studies that are all good.

But, there is also the very best.

The very best is God's will for me and my family at any given moment.

When I am in the center of God's perfect will (and not just dancing within God's permissive will) I can be sure that He will produce the greatest abundance of fruit in my life.

And honestly, it has been my experience that God's perfect will usually involves a significant amount of laying down of my will, my rights, my expectations and my carnal desires.

Running off to a group bible study is often easier than faithfully caring for my home or my family.

Don't get me wrong-- there is a time for group bible studies. It is something I have enjoyed and has been used by the Lord to produce good fruit in my life.

But I also know there are times when He doesn't give me peace about attending and He directs me to invest my time into the three little "plants" that are a son and daughters.

(Even when His will and investing in my kids mean neglecting my physical house and doing something completely out in left field like helping a certain daughter to make a movie even though it means little sleep, unexpected expenses and the discomfort of filming in 107˙heat. But I digress...)

He reminded me that being fruitful in Him often means willing to be set apart or sanctified.

I have to be willing to not follow the crowd and be willing to "miss out" on what the world offers in order to receive what He has for me.

Am I willing to seek out "better soil" if it means standing alone?

Even though that lone solitary plant doesn't look too impressive right now, we can be sure that at the time of harvest it will produce ample, good fruit because it is able to grow deep roots.
(Psalm 1)

And if you feel like you don't "look" very impressive-- perhaps you're a stay at home mom with permanent Goldfish cracker stains on your clothes-- you can be sure that when your works are tried in the fire (1 Corinthians 3: 12-14) you will receive a reward.

May we be a people that abide in the true Vine (John 15:1-11) and bear much fruit for the glory of God and our hearts full of joy.

Dear Lord,

By Your Spirit may we abide in You, being watered by Your perfect Word. May we obediently allow You to pluck the weeds from our lives and trust You to produce good, eternal fruit.

Help us to know and trust that You know the very best for us and for Your kingdom. Strengthen us to be a people that obey--even when we don't understand the "how" and the "why" of what You call us to do.

May we praise Your name, in faith and in trust, before we see the fruit You promise.



Thursday, August 13, 2009

Exploring Countries and Cultures: Little Bits and Pieces

There is no way I can cover an entire year of studies in a few posts so I'll just leave you with bits and pieces of what we did during this amazing year.

Science experiments and Nature Studies:

This celery experiment inspired a piece of writing I posted here (on my first blog).

A visit to an apple orchard was rewarded with homemade apple pie that night!

John Williams, the caterpillar. He was cool!

The strength of an arch-- naturally with egg shells.

Fall leaves on a recently rained on sidewalk. So pretty...

Below--A taste of Mexico, Japan, France, China and Russia (just a few of the countries we studied):

Paper flowers and a home made poncho--

We made Japanese lanterns--

We also celebrated our study of Japan by going to a Japanese restaurant--

The Eiffel tower made with water bottle caps 2-D style--

Our trip to the Chinese Classical Garden was a highlight--

Our friend Stacey brought over wonderful Russian things and enjoyed the pirog we made that evening.

Again, if there is anything you want to see specifically to our ECC year or have a question about what or how we did something, please ask.

I'd be happy to answer or post something. There is just so much in a school year that I just chose a small sample of our year to share.


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