This is just about our lives - four cats, two kids, a musician and a preacher.
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005
I came tonight to write about Nathan, since he just cracks me up. When we leave our house to go anywhere, we have to follow a certain route. Our road makes a big circle, and it only connects to the one road leading out of the subdivision. Shouldn't be that difficult, right? Right. We have to turn right out of the driveway and go the long way around the circle. Every time.
We've asked *why* we have to go this particular route, and Nathan says "I just love it. It's so beautiful." Now imagine that statement with the L's pronounced as W's!
Lila is still Wiwa to us. And now she's Wi part of the time. Or she's Felicia to Nathan's Spiderman and my Mary Jane. If we're the Wild Thornberries, Nathan is Darwin (the chimpanzee) I'm Eliza, and Lila is Donny, the Wild Boy from Borneo.
Today Nathan got up at 6:45. Wide awake. Usually we're struggling to get him out of bed to leave the house at 8:40. I really wasn't thrilled with 6:45. Because I knew that by 2:00 PM, he would be at the end of his rope. Yup. He screamed and cried and raged from 1:40 to 2:10. Nothing was going his way. But as he was having his melt down, I thought "I know my boy!"
That is one of the trickiest things about raising a "spirited" child. You have to think ahead and predict what might set him off. I have to plan ahead and have some sort of strategy ready, since things are rarely ever easy.
8:48 PM
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