She colors her graphing blocks on the second half of her math paper. As she works I simply say, "Hope, isn't it wonderful how God made our world so colorful?" Expecting an answer that only carries the insight of a six year old, I am surprised by her response. After a pause, she looks up... Continue Reading →
A pull-apart cookie dough kinda girl
"Mommy, can we please bake cookies? The kind where you have to mash them down with the rollie thing?" This is what my six year old daughter asked me last Tuesday morning. She was referring to homemade cookies rolled out with my wooden rolling pin. I'm sad to admit I wondered how she even knew... Continue Reading →