Number Math and Photography

In our lesson time, P and I recently started tackling simple addition, or as he put it at first, number math. Recently I had the camera out, and I snapped some shots of him working and thinking. Then he said, "Can I take some pictures, Mommy?" So here's a compilation of our views.

Hmmmm.

"...five..."

"Nine! But I wrote a 'P'!" We both laughed ourselves silly.

My makeshift lesson record. P doesn't sticker it up so much anymore, but he's sure moving along.

"I want to take pictures of my monster trucks!"

"I've gotta get the SIDE, Mama."

"Now I have to get THIS one."

Realizing the last one was too close, P carefully moved it back and tried again.

Aaaaa!

And our self-portrait. Mama and Son. Good times.

Autumn, Indoors: Puzzle-Solving, Cookie-Baking, Mess-Making Kids

I wish you could smell the chocolate-chip cookies in here.

I know that we're still hours away from the official beginning of fall, but we here at the Olson homestead have been soaking in the burnished, haunting, twirling, dancing, corn-stalked, melancholy vibes of the season that William Cullen Bryant (absolutely no relation to that vampire clan) called "the year's last, loveliest smile."  I know; my enthusiasm for autumn is a little hard to read. I'll try to kick it up a notch.

The other day, as golden rays streamed through our home's west-facing front, the kids and I enjoyed a nice afternoon. Some learning, baking, and growing took place. Learning--as P is doing by leaps and bounds--plus baking--which S lovedy-loves--plus growing--all three spurt up, but little C fastest of all--this all amidst a vivid autumnal palate of scarlet, sunshine, and cerulean. Okay, I'll cut out the overwrought prose (overwrought for a blog post, I mean). Though we were inside, we cherished the brisk wind through the open windows, the fun of matching puzzle pieces, the yummy crunchy-soft cookies, the feel of fuzzy carpet on cool bare toes. Here ya'll go!

P attacked the number puzzle and solved it all by himself. Yeah, he's reading well.

S showing off the mixer tongs he's licking. 'Cause he helped BAKE! Yeeaah!

Too cute for words! Even the ones in the books and magazines C just pulled onto the floor.

And I've got teeth and can crawl, too!

Late Summer Moments

Yesterday, I took a few pictures of some sweet summer moments. After the last few weeks of convalescence--somehow I got strep, but luckily, Papa and the kids didn't--the quiet normalcy of watching our sons and our daughter was a gift. P pulled out a great two-fer, completing his first self-portrait and writing his name by himself with no prompting. Then he "framed" it on the refrigerator with letter magnets. I had to capture his dual masterpiece for posterity.

As I snapped that picture, C babbled on the floor next to me. She's sitting up by herself now, balancing very well, and a few times a day she even pulls herself up--to look into the bathtub at her brothers, to try to grab books off of a shelf. I've been telling people that even though she's a baby, she's not a baby anymore. Today, as Papa and I rocked on the front porch with C, watching the boys pedal on tricycles on the walk, C reached for me as Papa held her. She looked directly into my face and said, "Ma-ma." We were both moved. Especially when, with a little prompting, she looked at her father and said, "Pa-pa."

I couldn't pick just one. I mean, could you?

After such great pictures of C on the floor, I just had to run outside and capture the boys in action. Our back deck is finally gone--it was old, with a crimped design, and we've wanted a patio for years. Anyway, as I walked out of the back, this is what I saw.

Then I found the boys in the tomato patch, wearing their swimming trunks. Because where else do boys go in their swimming trunks than in the tomato patch?

P and S told me they were pretending the tomato patch was a forest. So there you go.

Papa's been canning consistently these last few weeks--salsa, medium and super-hot, and tomatoes in their own juice--and yet the tomatoes keep coming. August, particularly late August, is tomatoes, I think. Especially Papa's tomatoes.

The boys finally made it over to their swimming pool. Most of their toys spend more time in their pool than they do. Lately they've enjoyed playing in the dirt where the deck was after they get wet. Ah, the joys of children playing!

Happy end of summer, dear ones. May you enjoy a few lovely moments in these waning warm days.

Little Michaelangelo

Finding the chalk after a dip in the backyard pool, S showed a little artistic flair (and some photogenic moments).

"Can I see the picture, Mommy?"

Five Pictures, Five Minutes

So about a month ago (I'm guessing; I don't want to think about how fast time has flown), I was busy in the kitchen and saw the kids in picture-able poses and stuff lying around that just means stuff to us. Little things. I thought, "I get so rushed with things and behind on the blog, I should really do something simple--like taking five pictures in five minutes of what's happening in our lives." Sounds good, right? So here's the pictures from then. I'll post another set soon. Whatever that means.