My class recently went on a field trip, provided by Kraft Foods. The students and parents had such a good time and learned so much. The local newspaper was so impressed, they came to our classroom and interviewed the kids. Read the article here:
We went letterboxing today. It was quite by accident. The seasons are changing here and I know that our play time outside will be coming to an end soon. So, we planned to go to the park. Before we left the house, I decided to see if any new letterboxes were planted in our area. One had been planted at Woodland Lake Park; just where we were going! Instead of printing out the directions that they give, I made a map that the boys could use. I used no words, but pictures and numbers instead. They loved it even more, because they were able to tell me where to find the treasure. They like telling me what to do.
They found it with no problems. I think of all the great skills involved in Letterboxing. Counting. Cardinal directions. Left and right. And persevering, even when you don't find your treasure under the first rock.
I hope my boys will fondly look back on our letterboxing adventures. I know I will.
I love pumpkin spice lattes. I love pumpkin spice cookies. I love pumpkin ..., well, pumpkin anything. I love a bowl of chili with fresh cornbread on the side. I love ALL the fixin's of Thanksgiving. I love Autumn.
I love golden aspens. I love red ferns. I love browning oaks. I love Autumn.
I love crispy mornings. I love pleasant afternoons. I love cozy blankets. I love flannel sheets. I love Autumn.
I love hearing wind in the trees. I love listening to Joe chop wood. I love hearing my kitchen timer ding ALL THE TIME with all the baking. I love Autumn.
I love the aroma of fresh-baked cookies. I love the fragrance of fresh-baked pies. I love smelling fresh-cut wood. I love Autumn.
We drive a mini-van. Yes, a mom-van. I never thought I would say it, but I do. We bought it after Joshua was born and we realized that a sedan, although cute and sporty, was not big enough or safe enough for a family with 2 small children.
I love my van. It has hidden storage compartments and gets relatively good gas mileage. I do like the safety of it also. However, every time we take a trip, I pray for traveling mercies. I have complete faith in my husband's ability to drive. He does have a commercial driver's license. It's the other people (and animals) on the road that I don't trust.
The boys normally sit in the middle row of the van. This gives us easy access to them while driving and easy entry and exit. However, Joe felt he needed to move them to the back row on Saturday morning. I'm so glad he did.
Joe followed the bus to Flagstaff for the field trip. We had a wonderful time together. But when my class (and bus) was going to Walnut Canyon for a hike, Joe decided to head home early with the boys. As he was driving down the freeway, he came to a patch that had been ripped up earlier that day. The concrete was gone and it was pretty much just rough ground. He was behind a semi-truck, but it kept kicking up rocks and pelting the windshield. We have replaced the windshield twice in the 3 years that we have owned the van. We didn't want to replace it again.
So, Joe decided to pass the truck in the left lane. As he was driving next to the truck, he kept hearing rocks hitting the van. And then POW!!!!!!!!!!!! The middle window exploded! A rock must have kicked up and hit the window at just the right angle. Glass shards went every where. But, the boys were protected because they were in the third row. Because Joe listened to the prompting and had moved them there that morning. Thank you, Lord.