Summer has come and gone, and the school year has once again begun for the Minnick-Wheeler household. As I sit here at my dining room table, looking out the back door, sipping my coffee, and listening to the children play in the other room, I smile and think of the sweet blessings I have today.
Titus will be seven years old next month. Where does the time go? He is already nearly as tall as his mother, and in a few short years I do believe I will be looking up at him instead of the other way around. He is enjoying the beginnings of the school year, being in the first grade and loving it. The X-Box has become a common place for him to play, typically a boat racing game called Hydro Thunder. He reads and writes, does basic math problems, and has amazing sound effects when he’s imitating other people and things. With his crystal blue eyes and strawberry blond hair, and those brilliant freckles that are splashed across his nose and cheeks, he brings warmth to my heart every time he smiles his sweet smile toward me.
Angel has been a part of my “family” for a little over a year now, and since then she has grown in many ways! Dark brown hair that once stopped short of her elbows now falls well past her waistline. She loves her long hair, and every time Sean cuts the boys hair he teases her about chopping hers off, and she runs from the room declaring that her hair, indeed, will not be cut short! School this year will be a huge growing experience for Angel as she learns more about words and numbers, and hopefully begins writing from left to right instead of right to left. I understand this is a challenge for a lot of younger, left-handed, children, and left-handed she is! Definitely a “words of affirmation” love language child, the words, “I Love You” will be heard coming from her mouth often, as she wants to hear them in return from any and every one that she speaks them to. This is a good thing…because she is also very vocal. Speaks whatever is on her mind. I love you is much happier to hear than negative thoughts.
Levi…little Levi. Transitional Kindergarten is the class that Levi is in this, his first year in school. He has been asking us since before summer began when he will be going to school. All summer we told him he would be going this coming school year. Well, that year is here, and Levi has been overjoyed to walk into class every day for his new experiences. He has declared that he wishes to be a jet pilot when he grows up, and fly the big jets that he sees racing in the skies over the Naval Air Station that Sean is currently stationed at. Going out to the observation area and watching the jets take off and land on the airstrip is one of his favorite things to do, besides playing at the park and swimming. Already ahead of most transitional kindergarten requirements, Levi will fly through this year, and hopefully not get too bored before it’s over. His Matter-of-Fact personality makes him rather fun to watch, and he gets quite entertaining at times. Often people tell me he is either quiet, barely noticeable, or when he does speak, whatever he says brings laughter as a result.
Micah-Mommy’s mini man. With his bouncy step, and his wild, super tight, curls that spring from all over his little head, and his squealing laughter, Micah is a character all his own. He has mastered the art of the machine gun noise, playing “call of duty” around the house with his oldest brother, Titus, and together they run through the halls, shooting water guns and making their gun noises. Micah has also mastered the fine art of being shot. He falls dramatically to the floor, rolling over onto his back, scrunching up his whole face, and yelling, “Oowwww! Owwww!” Then he gets back up, and goes again. His new favorite thing to do is swing from anything he can get his hands and feet attached to! Sean holds him up as he grabs the shower curtain rod, now and then, and he swings from it for a few seconds. He has also found that he can tip his high chair over and swing from the upturned legs. The handle above his seat in the van is another swinging point as well. Every time we unbuckle him from his carseat, he stands up and grabs the handle, swinging out from his seat into the arms of whoever is standing there, waiting to catch him. He will be 2 years old in December. This is hard for me to grasp. Time goes by so swiftly, and these little things can be so easily overlooked and forgotten too soon.
Yes, I am blessed. Unique in so many ways, full of adventure, drama, highs and lows, screams and shouts, laughter and tears, heart breaking and heart mending moments, foot-in-mouth and face-in-hand moments, high fives and big, bear-hugs, my family is my life, my joy, and my heart.
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