Two steps forward, one step back. I can feel the progress, but it’s harder to appreciate it on the ‘one-step-back’ days. Like today. The bedtime chapter book we’ve been reading is lost. Somehow this is a magnanimous disaster for my routine-loving boy. Routines are safety. And dealing with changes at Read more…
Pronounced ‘POE-lay POE-lay’. This is a very useful Swahili phrase meaning ‘step by step’ or ‘slowly slowly’, ‘little by little’, ‘one foot in front of the other’, ‘baby steps’, ‘bit by bit’, ‘inch by inch’ – I think you get the picture. I don’t think it is coincidence that ‘pole’ Read more…
Years of searching for help and answers, in regards to the difficulties of our son, culminated in April in a diagnosis: Asperger’s Sydrome. Those of you on our newsletter list have read some about this just this week. We have left the unchartered waters of encopresis or Reactive Attachment Disorder, Read more…
Thanks for bearing with the non-photo phase of this blog. I now have photos and will share them soon – for sure! I want to tell you so many things, but do not have time to write them all down right now, so today you get ‘tid bits’. Bits of Read more…
In searching blog archives, I was hoping to find for you the video of a 4-year-old Joel. He has always mulled things over in his head. You know he’s really chewing on things, because out pops a totally creative new perspective. A tiny window on the world all his own. Read more…
This afternoon God surprised us with this blessing, too large to fit in one picture:
I have a pile of letters.They remain letters unwritten.I have wanted to tell you so many things.But I also desire to say only what is beneficial and blameless,so there have been few words. We are squeezing in our fair share of fun, parks, ice cream, libraries, etc. Things we don’t Read more…
You know you are raising a ‘missionary kid’ (MK) when your kids: … think a snow angel is something like Frosty the Snowman. … get excited about a library. … see it’s 30 degrees out and still can’t be bothered to put on socks and shoes. … always miss their Read more…
Our kids have close friends in Congo. They are used to playing with them every spare minute in a mixture of basic English and Swahili. Over time customs seep in unnoticed. In a good way. When we arrived here one of James’ first comments was, “I hope I find a Read more…