Sweet Baby EZ hasn’t taken a nap in a week. Pretty sure he’s teething. Mike calls him Baby Difficult.
Today I dropped Ambrose off at preschool and came back home with plans to “do school” with Hazel. I actually planned a lesson for today. A real, in depth lesson. Books, crafts, and the whole shebang. So, 9am Ezekiel goes down for his nap and will.not.sleep. After some frustration and serious consideration “how am I ever going to teach her if we can’t get a moment to ourselves,” I was reminded that this is school. Not school in the traditional sit-in-the-classroom-and-socialize-with-29-other-6-year-olds. But school in the essence that she’s obtaining knowledge. Hazel is watching to see how I respond to things and is working on her very own character development. In stride, Baby Girl. We’ll take this all in stride.
We both go get up Baby Difficult and Hazel just loves on him. She counts his teeth: 6. Remembers that she has 20 teeth. “Momma, he has 14 more teeth to grow. It’s not going to be fun.” We do math in the midst of these crazy days.
So the three of us sit and snuggle down for a book. “What is a telegraph?” “What does solemn mean?” “Where’s Holland?” We do history, vocabulary, and geography in the midst of these crazy days.
Ezekiel still isn’t taking a nap, and it’s okay.