Native American skills, Santa, and a flood

Tomorrow, Stone has a huge project due at school.  In social studies, they have been learning all about the Northeast region. He chose to do his project on the Native Americans.  Ken was a rock star dad and taught him all sorts of amazing skills this weekend.  Stone learned to hand sew leather, use a knife, and make a fire with sticks.  He made his own little medicine bag and his own fire starting kit. Tonight, he did his presentation for us and did a fantastic job! I'm so proud of the young man he is becoming.  His prayers are becoming so much more meaningful. He's learning to play the guitar. He is helpful with the little kids (when he wants to be). He is a self-motivator when it comes to his homework. Earlier in the year, he was chosen by his teacher to join a peer leadership group to welcome new students when they PCS to Iwakuni. He's just amazing.  I'm so lucky to call him mine!

 

The kids are all looking forward to Christmas of course.  This is Grover's Santa letter this year.  He just wants to understand where Santa parks his reindeer.  :)

 

 

Grey is old enough to start understanding Christmas and it's like everything is new to him. His most exciting discovery this year is that Rudolf has a light bulb nose. I'm not sure what his letter to Santa says, but Grey was pretty excited about it. This kid cracks me up. He is so intelligent. Almost every day, he asks me to define words for him. These words are not words that I used that day either. They are words he has tucked away to make sense of at a later time. Some of the words I can remember off the top of my head are pioneer, foundation, ignore. I'll update with more of them if I can remember.  Suffice it to say, this kid is hilarious and bright.  Love him!

 

 

Oh, and because we've been too lazy to switch out the clothes, this kid has been wearing 18-24 month pants for the last while.  I've been just rolling them up and we call them "man-pris"--capris for a man.  Anyway, men here wear capris and Grey is cute so he gets away with it.  Last weekend, before I would approve of setting up the tree, I insisted we switch out clothes. Grey is now a 2T (! We are all very proud!) but when he wears normal size pants, he rolls them up because that's where he is used to them hitting. Cracks me up.