If Only They Sold Patience in Stores

Upon reentering the house after evening lessons a couple of Fridays ago I was greeted enthusiastically by only two children and the smell of dinner cooking on the stove. There is Daddy looking... washed out or something. Daddy gives the evening report: "For Jamin, after math it was an hour of piano practice, for Amber after math it was forty minutes of piano practice and for Lukey... it was an hour and a half of Long Division and for me ...it was five years off my life."


"If only they sold patience in the stores!" Marc said.

Lukey was in recovery mode, finishing his evening playing Legos happily in his room. We are not certain how much division he knows, but we are sure he knows about Legos.

Our kids' dinner conversation was about how we are going to divide the inheritance when we are dead. There was a lot of (premature) arguing until we had to remind them that

1. They would have to assume our debts as well as our assets 
2. We aren't dead yet

Prodigals with wiggly teeth.

Then Jamin wrote out a problem for Luke. His arms were too short to reach it and Marc acted as his scribe. But he gets it!
And now I have some more pictures to catch up with...

 One backward look at the little house we lived in for many years! Looks different without the dark red paint. (And all the stuff we had in there)

 The twins got a morning playing in the sand at the lake when Jamin did 20 miles on his bike with Daddy.

And the twins are surprised with new bicycles...