Last week, our children were infants.

(Well, not really. But it seems like it.)

Now we have two children who are out of diapers and talking in full sentences. The full realization of how old they’re growing doesn’t hit us every day. Sometimes we are reminded as we browse old photos….or see jar baby food on sale at the grocery store.

The conversation usually goes a little something like this:

“Gee. Remember when G used to eat carrots? From a jar? And couldn’t drink cow’s milk yet? Or eat peanut butter? Or honey?”

“Yep. And we went through, like, eight diapers a day?”

“Uh huh. And we had to put rails up on the side of his bed to keep him from falling out? And baby gates at the stairwells?”

All of that seems eons away now….now that G can buckle himself into his own car seat, pour his own juice, dress himself, make his own bed, and answer our phones for us when our hands are busy elsewhere.

His chubby-handed scribbles have evolved into solitary drawing sessions that result in some very fine artwork:

He can prep his own toothbrush and scrub his own teeth with just a peek of supervision:

He can handle screwdrivers and wrenches with the best of ‘em:

And he can make his own lunch! (His PB&J sandwiches are not just food, I might add….they’re an art form:)

When G was a newborn, countless people told us how fast time would fly.

They weren’t kidding.

But it’s not entirely saddening. It’s an amazing, awesome process to behold. Little changes become big ones. Small steps soon become big leaps. And little boys become young men.

I’m so grateful and fortunate to have a prime-spot, front-and-center seat as God grows this little guy.

It all started so innocently.

A writing and art assignment to write in and illustrate the kids’ family trees.

Leave it to G to turn any activity into a silly one!

Before long, he was giggling and laughing to the point of emitting language that was incomprehensible.

Looks like SOMEbody’s tickle box got turned over.

G giggling from Megret on Vimeo.

I couldn’t get firm. How could I? If homeschooling can’t allow for fun and laughter sometimes, what’s the point of choosing this path?

(Have I mentioned lately that I love what I get to do every day? :)

Let Me Call You Sweetheart from Megret on Vimeo.

Today is our 100th day of school. I know we aren’t on the same school day schedule as public and private schools….but today is our 100th!

I found a list of questions to ask on the 100th day of school. Gardner’s replies were worth sharing! (I love Q&As for kids like this.)

~ I wish I had 100…. “Pieces of gum!”
~ What would you do with 100 brothers and sisters? “I don’t want 100 sisters!”
~ What would you do with 100 kisses? “I would say, ‘I don’t want some!’” (So…we’re entering the “cootie” phase already?)
~ What would you do with 100 pennies? “I would put them in my bank.”
~ What would you do with 100 dollars? “Put them in the bank.”
~ What would you do with 100 slimy slugs? “I do not like them. I want to throw them in the trash dump!”
~ You have been in school for 100 days. What has been your favorite thing? “All of the school stuff! I don’t want to learn any more things cause I already know how to do everything.”
~ What will you do when you are 100 years old? “Play computer games.”
~ Things Mommy & Daddy have told us 100 times: “Put clothes on!” “I love you.” “Obey!”