Micah has been in Karate for a couple of months now. He is making great progress and enjoying the time in his class. Unfortunately, he tried his new moves on his sister a couple of times. After the second time, I told him I was going to tell his instructor, who would probably lecture him in front of the whole class.....you know the typical parenting threat.....
Little did I know, it sunk in, into his subconscious that is.......
While we where gone over the weekend, we got a wake-up phone call from Micah, who needed to tell us about a nightmare that he had. In his dream, he instructor kicked him out of his karate class, for yes....hitting his sister.....
If helps any, Micah.....we are saving up money for your therapy later on.
Also, Taylor has been confused by some of our parenting. He is an artist like any 3 year old can be. He draws on the floor, the rug, two couches, the wall, himself. I have had to hide the markers in the house. We have taught him over and over to only, "write on paper."
The other day, I had a creative bug and bought some window markers and did a German lesson using the window as a black board. I also, let the kids draw on the window. After, Taylor looked up at the window with a confused look on his face, pointed to the window and said, "momma, you don't draw on the window, you draw on paper....."
Ahhhh....I guess you are right Taylor.....
Can you guess where we went? We drove five hours north to den Haag, Holland. We visited a very touristy, very beautiful area with everything dutch you could want: Windmills, cheese, wood shoes, dutch pancakes. The weather was beautiful and it wasn't too crowded.
There are five working windmills imported to this area.
Outside of the wood shoe museum.
Near the beach. It was very windy and did you know when the clouds are moving in the sky and you look up at tall buildings, they look like they are falling on your head? That is what we are doing in this picture.....kind-of creepy.
Seeking refuge at the lighthouse. I really wanted to walk to the lighthouse, along the beach. We attempted it a couple of times, but it was sooooo windy and storm clouds were brewing. Finally, we made it, but only after getting sandblasted from the wind blowing on the beach. We decided to walk home through the town, instead. We came home with salty hair, and sand coating our faces. I am still washing sand out of the kids hair.......
At the beach.....we thought we might swim, until we got a good dose of the wind. We went and bought some kites instead. It was a great plan B.
The storm clouds threatened us the whole trip, but they certainly didn't ruin the trip.
