And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Michael, my oldest, is an enigma wrapped up in a mystery with a solid headache center. From infancy on, he’s been a trial to figure out and a chore to keep up with. Don’t get me wrong—I absolutely adore this kid. He’s a delight and keeping up with the inner machinations of his psyche has certainly kept me on my toes. But he’s a bit of a hard case at times, and one of his obsessions is… well, obsessions.

, ,

Looking for ways to bring joy and peace to your daily routines? Spring Seasons of Joy may be just what you need! For only $15, you get…

Five spring circles, including a gathering verse, a candle-lighting verse, and two close of circle verses. Each circle is full of songs, verses, movement rhymes, and more, and the themes are Winter Goodbye, Dig a Little Earth, Flowers and Flower Fairies, Raindrops, and Animals All Around.

Back in January I had a wild hare (SIDE NOTE: there’s a saying with an interesting history) and came home from my biweekly marketing with a betta fish and a little glass bowl. Much excitement ensued. My children have been begging for a pet for years, and my stock answer has always been “we don’t have pets, we have children.” Despite their offers to ditch a sibling, I held firm. I’m not sure why I changed my mind that day, but the tiny little fish in the plastic container was met with gladness and delight.

OK, these aren’t the best pictures ever, but would you believe I got all this for only $25?!?!??! I stopped at a rummage sale and there was a wonderful woman there who had adopted 14 children, homeschooled for a bit, and then taught in a local Christian school that recently closed down. She gave me the best bargain I will ever get.

Here we have, from the top down:
Calendar pocket chart

Magnetic patterning kit, a small pile of file folder games, and a family meeting agenda

Make-Your-Own calendar from Lakeshore, Handwriting Without Tears slate, whisper tube

O March that blusters and March that blows,
What color under your footstep glows?
Beauty you summon from winter’s snow
And you are the pathway that leads to the rose.

It’s not a rose, but it will do for now.

The first to come is cherry red,
Then orange like a fruit,
Yellow’s like May’s curly head,
And green, like the moss by the big tree’s root.
Blue like water, the sky, the flowers,
And baby’s eyes so tender.
While purple reminds us of pansy beds,
And the sunset’s royal splendor.