McAllen 2015: “Alright. Awesome!”


Two years ago, during our spring break, we traveled to McAllen, Texas for the first time as part of a mission work trip.  At that time we were introduced to Taylor Christian School and Community Center, some wonderful missionaries, and life at the US/Mexico border.  We left our mark on the school grounds and McAllen left a permanent mark upon our hearts.

Time passed and we felt directed to schedule another work/ministry trip to McAllen, Texas and invite others along who also felt God directing them to serve outside of their normal day-to-day life.  I could and probably should write a separate blog post about how God carefully crafted our team by individually calling others to work with us.  We had the privilege of joining together with a family who felt led to give up a beach vacation and a semi-retired widow who had never been on a mission trip.  We had a teenager contact me about being part of our team shortly after I prayed that God would either guide someone to go on the trip or guide me to cancel it.  We had a Crossing student who is undergoing a life transformation and his teacher who is guiding and encouraging him.  And then we had our family – three kids who could not wait to get back to Texas.


Each mission trip is different, even if you return to the same place.  On our last trip, we worked so, so hard.  Like sore muscles and blistered hands and fall into bed exhausted hard.  This trip was not so much about hard, manual labor, but more about the joy of simply serving.  Two words became our team’s oft repeated motto: “Alright. Awesome.”  We picked up this little phrase from Gabe, a student from The Crossing.  Gabe is new to the truths of following Jesus and still wrestling with the words of life that Jesus proclaims.  Yet, in true Jesus fashion, Gabe taught us more experienced followers of Christ a lesson of unquestioning obedience and pure joy.  And he did it by using those two words anytime he was asked or directed to do anything, even if it was just to move bricks.


So, what was it we did on this trip?  So many different things!  We were asked to dive right into school life and community ministry and our team did a great job of saying, “Alright!”  Some of it was planned and some of it was a welcome gift prepared by God and directed by the Holy Spirit.

Nate knew he would be leading a Spiritual Emphasis Week at the school.  This included speaking at 8 chapels; 4 for grades 3-12 and 4 for ages 3-2nd grade.  He spoke on a topic that he loves to study and share – God’s creation.  I felt like he did a wonderful job teaching the character of God as revealed through the creation account and how we should live our lives accordingly.  And even though he is not used to teaching tiny children, God helped him bring the attributes of God alive in a way that even the 3 year olds could grasp ahold of.  He also was able to spend some time being in classrooms and then lead a two night teacher in-service on the topic of “Run Hard – Rest Well”.


Mission trips always seem to include some painting and digging and wheelbarrows and this trip was no exception.  Our team helped with some landscaping, moved some bricks in preparation for an upcoming project and painted some newly remodeled buildings.


Tuesday nights are a big night at Taylor Christian Community Center and our team was glad to be able to help out with babysitting children while their parents took English classes, lead Bible Club for a few dozen kids, and assist in the Sparrow’s Nest clothing ministry.


Every state mandates that schools keep good health records on their students including record of screenings and immunizations.  I was able to do hearing and vision screening for every student and spinal screening for the teenagers.  I also checked immunization records and sent letters out to parents notifying them of needed shots.


The school library was ground zero for a big project 2 years ago and this visit a couple team members did some further organizing and sorting of books.  It was so much fun to see students and teachers enjoying the open space and shelves of books that are more accessible since our last trip.


A day off from school allowed us the opportunity to cross into Mexico and visit a village where a missionary family disciples and builds homes for lower income residents.  We spent the afternoon being with children from the village and peeling back the blinders from our eyes to our own prosperity.


The soccer ministry may have been the activity my boys were most excited about being a part of, and Micah did make a pretty awesome penalty shot during a community game, but every team member was able to participate in the numerous soccer clubs and games that take place at the center throughout the week.  We were able to play, lead team devotionals, teach good stretching and be cheerleaders.

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Together with these activities, our team also said “Alright!” to cooking, doing dishes, folding laundry, passing out water and a million other little things that were necessary to keep the team functioning, healthy and alive.  I’m pretty sure our team Grandma, Gwen, should get full credit for keeping my kids alive and applied with sunscreen while I was busy doing the things I had been asked to accomplish.


The truth we discovered, or relearned, or were reminded of, over and over throughout the week was that simple obedience brings real, deep-down joy.  Every “Alright” is followed by an “Awesome” as we understand the privilege of serving.  Because every step of obedience is followed by the glorification of the One we obey.  We certainly had many “Awesome!” moments during our week in McAllen and in the time since as we continue to hear of the effects of our obedience.

Perhaps the biggest “Awesome!” moment came after one of the moms from our team, Jennifer, sensed the need for the missionary kids to have a place to call their own – a place to hang-out, do homework, read or just be quiet away from the gaze of constant visitors to the center.  The timing for her idea didn’t seem to make sense (the night before our last day) and the plans seemed bigger than what could be accomplished in a few short hours, but sensing clear direction she spearheaded a truly awesome project.  Several other team members wholeheartedly joined in her effort and together they transformed a dark, dusty office into a bright, fun, hangout they affectionately named the “MK Toolshed”.  The project was completed in true HGTV fashion right down to the wire by 8:00 pm on our last night on the field and was revealed to the missionary kids shortly thereafter.  It was an “Awesome” exclamation point at the end of our trip and is a testimony to listening to the direction of the Holy Spirit – even if your team leader thinks you are crazy. :) The missionary kids and parents will remember the heart of someone who wanted to serve them long beyond many of the other “planned” assignments.


“Alright. Awesome.” became the theme for our week in McAllen, Texas and has spawned a team t-shirt and many good-natured laughs.  But I really want “Alright. Awesome.” to become something that defines my life.  In fact, I’m pretty sure God would be pleased if this defined every person’s life who claims to know the transforming nature of Jesus Christ.  I believe this sums up the essence of what Jesus did when he came to earth and gave his life for us.  He obeyed.  He said “Alright,” and then His father in heaven was glorified.  That is the “Awesome!”  Jesus taught this to his followers and to us when he spoke the words recorded in Matthew 5:16, “Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your father which is in heaven.”

Do you see the “Alright. Awesome.” written into the very words of scripture?  Is it being woven into the story of your life?  I know when I enter eternity and stand before my Father I long to hear the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”  I don’t think I would mind if He would follow with an “Alright. Awesome!”

If you would like to view more pictures of our trip please check out the links below:

Easter Sunday/Community Soccer Game

Monday Work/Mexico

Tuesday/Bible Club

Wednesday/South Padre Island


Friday/MK Tool Shed

You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile



What is it about watching your child perform on a stage?  Whether it is a piano recital, a church Christmas program or a school musical I enjoy watching my children perform something they have worked hard to perfect.  I always have some sort of realization that here is a person that I had a part in bringing to life, a person who I will always be intrinsically connected to, yet she is separate as well; capable of doing something without me, and doing it well.  I experience an odd mixture of pride and wistfulness, perhaps because I know that this moment on a stage is just a foreshadow of all the years to come.  Years in which I will watch my children do the thing they have practiced hard for on the stage of life.


This last weekend was one of those times.  Lydia had the opportunity to act in her third high school produced musical, “Annie”.  She played the role of July, one of the orphans.  She had such a great time.  She really loves acting, which is kind of funny considering how hard it was to talk her into trying out for her first play in second grade.  Now it is just assumed, if there is a play that has a part for kids, she is going to  try out.


All the late night rehearsals can be grueling and I had geared myself up for a tired, weepy girl the last week or two before the play.  Fortunately, she stayed pretty well rested because all of our snow gave her plenty of delays and cancellations to sleep in.  The only time the tears came this round was after the last performance, when she came home and it was all over.  As she was getting ready for bed that night she came to me and said, “I stop crying and then I just start again!”  A couple very early bedtimes seemed to do the trick for all the perpetual tears.


Here is the link to our you-tube channel where you will find several videos of her performance.  Please keep in mind that a) I am a horrible videographer and b) these are mostly intended for family who could not attend the play.  I do not expect any normal person with a life to watch these.  In addition, Lydia is the main character in these videos, but not so in the play, thus the reason Annie’s head is cut off in most of them.  We had the chance to watch the play a couple of times so I got some repeat videos from different angles.  Again…for the relatives.  Also, Nate got a few videos too.  So, we now look like those crazy parents who can not put down the camera.

For everyone sitting in the audience, who paid to watch “Annie”, Lydia was not the star of show.  She was just one of the many orphans who filled the stage.  For everyone, that is,  except two beaming parents who could not be more proud of their little girl who shines every single day, not just the ones where she is under lights.


Winter – It’s Been Real



I have said a few times before that I like my seasons to be what they are supposed to be.  So, I am not complaining when I say that this winter has definitely played by the rule book.  We have all things winter around here; snow, and more snow and then even more snow.  Throw in strong, gusty winds that build towering drifts.  Add a few days of well below zero temperatures and mix in an abundance of cancellations and we have had ourselves a real winter.


As much as I like an unexpected day at home and piles of snow for the kids to play in, I do have to admit that this last month has really messed up any sense of structure or normalcy we may have had in place in our house.  I think I have pretty much forgotten how to set my alarm and showering before noon has become a noteworthy accomplishment.  All of our brains are a little fuzzy to say the least.  To put it into perspective, we went to school more in August than we did in January and we didn’t start school until August 19.  On the days we actually have made it to work/school I spent the first few hours confused about what I’m actually supposed to be doing since laying down and taking a nap is generally frowned upon.


With all of the snowstorms and subsequent consequences I have learned a few things about our family.  One thing I have learned (but always suspected) is while I love my children and I will always look back on this winter as a special time with my family, God did not design us to be in the same house every single hour of the day with no agenda.  It is good for us to have places to go and people to see and purposes to be carried out.  Idle children make for a mom on the brink of insanity and a mom on the brink of insanity just makes her children giggle uncontrollably.


I have also discovered that I reach my limit of playing games much more quickly than my children.  They have uncovered a hidden talent of being able to play Uno and Phase 10 about 900 times in a row and still not tire of it.  I am completely uncertain how that will help them in any future endeavors but I’m going to choose to be proud of their endurance.  All this game playing confirmed something else I have long suspected – I hate to lose…even to children…or especially to children.  It’s horrible.  I know.  I should be their biggest cheerleader, celebrating their successes.  But I can. not. do. it.  I choose to think of it as introducing my children to the real world.  Someday somebody bigger and better is going to beat them.  It might as well be now.  And when somebody smaller, with a childlike intelligence beats me?  Well…I don’t really want to talk about it, but there might be a little bit of whining involved.


Being cold and snowed in makes you want to eat.  That’s just all there is to it.  I would say it has some evolutionary explanation but I am a creationist so I can’t do that.  The only other explanation is God created us to eat when it snows outside.  Seems pretty obvious to me.  The flip side is I’m pretty sure He also created us to get moving after we have consumed all those “snow calories”.


And that is exactly what we made our kids do.


I am dead serious about this one.  We got so desperate for ways to get our kids to burn off energy that we actually made them run on the treadmill one day.  I consider the treadmill a modern day instrument of torture.  The fact that I forced my own on to one reveals the state of mind that can result from being snowed in with children who possess unlimited resources of energy.  In our defense, Nate set up a track in the basement so Micah would not have to run on the treadmill.  He just had to run around the basement 75 times.

Trying to clear our driveway has become a daily challenge.  Never, before this winter, have I been able to truthfully say we have been snowed in.  This year it has literally happened twice.


And though we may now have to call him Dr. Lowe (one of those snowy days brought an important diploma)…


…at the end of the day he still has to figure out how to get all that snow off our driveway.


One of those weekends of being snowed in created a Sunday of no church.  For some reason when I was growing up, the few Sundays that church was cancelled are very special memories for me, not because I was happy about not going to church.   You better believe, growing up as a preacher’s kid we had church no matter what.  On those cancelled church days my mom would create a Sunday school lesson with a craft.  I have this really distinct memory of making a little basket for Moses to float away in.  Then we would gather and have a worship service, complete with singing and preaching (of course…Dad had to give his prepared message to somebody).  This has been one of those things that I have done exactly the same with my own children.  Except we collect an offering too.

Kidding, totally kidding.


This is one of the few times I sit down and prepare a craft for my children to do.  As hard as it is to admit, I generally am just not that kind of mom.  I think that is why those days were so special growing up, because my mom wasn’t that kind of mom either.  That just goes to prove that wonderful mothers don’t have to do daily crafts with their children.  At least that is what I am putting in my Mother-of-the-Year application essay.

On this cancelled Sunday I prepared a Sunday school lesson and enjoyed creating something with my kids to help them remember the lesson.  Then we had a time of singing (the pianist/worship leader was amazing) and Nate brought a pretty awesome message.  I say that without a hint of bias.  I know we are meant to gather with a body of believers but every once in awhile I still love a Sunday morning home church.


It finally got warm enough to expose skin to the outside air without fear of losing important body parts such as fingers, noses and lips, and as soon as it did my kids were out in the snow.



And by kids, I mean Nate too.


Finally, when it all comes down to it, there is nothing better than assaulting your most cherished loved ones with launched weapons made of compressed ice.  It’s what memories are made of.



And it happens to be an excellent, healthy way to manage conflict that may or may not have arisen after spending so much quality time together.  Plus, a good snowball fight is the one thing I’m okay about losing.


A Turn Around



Anyone who read Isaiah’s 2nd Grade Exit Interview may remember his and my relief that second grade was over and done with it.  His relief because he pretty much disliked anything he had to work hard at last year and my relief because I was tired of our relationship being centered around which worksheet/test/project he had hurried through and subsequently received a bad grade.  I will always remember second grade as being one of those tough parenting years where much effort was spent with little to show for it.

The summer, so beautifully free from responsibilities, deadlines and homework did much to heal some wounds that only Fundations (phonics curriculum that is pretty much anything but fun) and Rocket Math could inflict.

Nate and I were both hoping that the numerous and lengthy talks, hands-on-lessons, real-life examples and Biblical direction that we had poured into Isaiah’s life over the last year were going to mean a brand new kid upon entering third grade.

We may have been a little optimistic.

Unfortunately, third grade began pretty much the way second grade had finished.  It didn’t take long until we began to see papers marked heavily with red show up in Isaiah’s take-home folder.  Determined to get to the bottom of this we made sure Isaiah’s teacher knew we were on her team and that we were not going to accept work done halfheartedly.  As I poured out my frustration, and really fatigue, with his teacher she told me beautiful words about my son.  First of all, she agreed that he could do better, but then she let me know that she had a soft spot for Isaiah and knew he had something to give if we could just figure out how to uncover it.

I don’t know if it was that seed of hope planted by a teacher who believed in him, or the many prayers, or the long talks, or the father-son projects or a combination of all things, but Isaiah changed.  He began to break out of a shell of sullen apathy and we started to see a kid who not only liked, but loved school.  I began to hear from his teacher about how he was practically jumping from his seat in class because he “got” a concept or how he had done amazing work on a project.  Then it began to snowball.  As Isaiah received positive feedback and higher grades he began to put forth even more effort to reach an even higher goal.

Then one day his teacher pulled me aside at work and told me she needed to talk to me; words that will strike fear in the heart of even the bravest parent.  I would be receiving a letter in the mail.

She had chosen Isaiah as one of the two students in her class to receive a special award to be given at the end of the second quarter.   It is called Life Skill Leader award and it truly is a honor.  Only 2 students per class per quarter earn this award and they are awarded by their teacher in front of their classmates and family.

I did what any perfectly sane mother does and started crying.  Mostly because I knew how much it would mean to Isaiah but a little because it was a reward for Nate and I as well.  We had invested a lot of blood, sweat and tears into our boy because we knew how valuable he is.  We believed that with a little (or a lot) of polishing we were going to uncover something priceless.  He has been created in God’s image, after all.  Isn’t it our job as parents to help our kids realize all the potential that promise holds?

One week ago Isaiah received his award.  It was a surprise to him but both Nate and I were part of the proud group of parents assembled for the ceremony.  He worked so hard for that moment; to be able to stand on that platform and hear the kind words his teacher spoke of him.  Not only was he selected as Life Skill Leader but he also made high honor roll (all A’s) which was the first time he was ever able to accomplish that since he started getting letter grades.


Nate and I are well aware that there are many years ahead for Isaiah that will be filled with hard lessons, forked roads, and character refining circumstances.  He will have to make the choice for the rest of his life to cheerfully work hard, endeavor to always do his best and place God and others before himself – choices hardly ever made effortlessly.

But on this day, Isaiah tasted the sweetness of making the hard, tough, right choice.

Tattered and Torn


Micah is our only child who attached himself to a security object.  He is also the only child who sucks his thumb.  And, as with many children who have security objects and suck their thumbs, the two things always go together.

Micah is 5 1/2 and he still has his security objects and he still sucks his thumb.  It is now only when he is in his bed, because we have limited the object to that place, but it still brings him much comfort.

I shouldn’t be surprised really.  For the first few months of Micah’s life I was his security object.  All the screaming, crying and general fussiness was only relieved by being held very close and even that didn’t work half of the time.  When I was desperately looking for a reason behind his apparent colic one doctor told me, “He craves closeness.”  At the time I wanted to kick him in the shins and politely ask him to look for a medical problem that could be easily cured by modern medicine.  But, as I look back over the first years of Micah’s life, I have had to admit he was probably pretty close to the truth.

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After a few months Micah began to find some comfort in his thumb and 2 distinct blankets.  He had many blankets, of course, since that seems to be a common baby gift, but only two would satisfy his longings.  It was something about the tags on the blanket and even at a few months old Micah could easily distinguish the difference between those tags and any impostors we would try to deceive him with.

Once we lost one of the blankets, which made life very difficult if we ever wished to clean the remaining one.  Out of desperation I searched the internet until I found where the lost blanket was sold and discovered the store still carried the same one.  With Micah in the shopping cart I found the same blanket and watched with amazement as he tried to claw open the package to get to “his” blanket.  He was 14 months old.

Then we found the lost blanket and had 3 blankets at our disposal to soothe our son.

Over time the blankets have begun to fall apart.  Disintegrate may be a better word.  Constant rubbing plus saliva will tend to do that to fabric.  I would cut good pieces off, sew tags back on, worry that Micah was going to strangle himself at night because of the huge holes but always let Micah have his blankets.

Now that he is 5 I have been telling him that I will no longer fix his blankets.  Once they tear apart they are finished and he will have to learn how to be a big boy without them.  Plus, we really need to break the thumb-sucking and I think without the blanket he will stop that habit as well.

Well, it seems that yesterday was the fateful day.  He came to me sobbing, holding the vestiges of his blanket that were no longer usable.  The hem had torn off and with it came the cherished tag.  I explained again that I would not fix it and that he could be a big boy and we could find other ways to relax in bed…like deep breathing…and I really couldn’t think of anything else.

That is when he said, “But my blanket makes me feel safe at night.”

At first I thought that was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.  His tattered, worn, disintegrating shreds of fabric kept him safe at night?  But then I started thinking about the ways I make myself feel safe.  My adult fears are much bigger than the dark at night of course, but when my anxieties rear their heads I have my own shreds of fabric I use.  “Well, that would never happen to me because…”, “I won’t get that illness because…”, “My children will never turn out like that because…”

And I end up sounding just as ridiculous as Micah.  All of the things I use to counter my fears as as useful as a tattered security object.  But then God gently takes me in His arms, just as I did Micah, and once again explains to me that He is big enough for my fears.  He is capable of leading me through dark nights.

And He will buy me a stuffed animal to use instead.  Well, God has never said that to me, but that is the solution we came up with for Micah.

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Which is how we ended up on a special Daddy/Mommy/Micah date night to Build-a-Bear where he made a ferocious looking lion named Chester (you can ask Maria how we came up with that name) who can sleep with him at night instead of his blankets.

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I could write a separate blog post on the incredibly pushy sales lady who “helped” us and the miraculous way we made it out of that store without purchasing anything but the stuffed animal.  I was simultaneously annoyed and impressed by the Build-a-Bear’s marketing plan.

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Perhaps we traded one security object for another but God does depict Himself as lion at times so I’m sure somehow we will make sense of all of this someday.

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Tournament at Grandma’s


On our fifth snow day from school we finally decided to get out of the house and go visit someone.  The kids really wanted to go to Grandma’s house and play some Carrom.  I guess it was because they had finally had enough of playing Uno (that game can get kind of old after the 1372nd time of playing it in one week) or needed to defend their Carrom title from the last time they played against Grandma.


Now, I do not really know what Carrom is except that after playing it a previous time with Grandma Isaiah has declared it his favorite game.  I frequently see the boards in antique shops, which I guess explains why my mom has one.  Because she loves antiques, not because she’s old, in case you were wondering.  The board that mom owns is something her family purchased when she was just a child and since they are considered antiques and my mom has one from her childhood…well, we just won’t go there.


To me it looks some kind kind of glorified pool game where you use fingers instead of pool cues.  And the board is a square instead of a rectangle.  And you are hitting rings instead of balls.  So really it is nothing like pool at all and my comparison skills are heavily lacking after a week of 5 snow days.


After lunch my mom and the kids disappeared upstairs for some kind of Carrom show down which my mom politely called a tournament.  Boys against girls.  It turns out my mom is pretty cutthroat when it comes to Carrom.  When the boys won the tournament she would just call a rematch.  My kids became worn out before she did.  Isaiah claims that the boys won, but I am sure Mom might have some closing arguments.


As far as Grandpa is concerned, Kindle Fires are much more entertaining.


Isaiah’s Second Grade Exit Interview



It would be an understatement to say that Isaiah is glad school is out.  Second grade was a challenging year for him.  Reality struck hard when he found out that in second grade he was actually going to have to invest his best effort to receive good grades.  Anyone who knows our son knows his loves are soccer, Legos, rockets and the outdoors.  Math, reading, spelling and reports are things that need to be hurried through in order to get back to one of the aforementioned activities.  That philosophy didn’t work so well this year.

That’s not to say he did poorly.  He made honor roll every 9 weeks and is reading at a fourth grade level.  He passed all the recommended Rocket Math sheets far before the teacher had suggested.  It is just that second grade was hard work, learning important skills such as slowing down, checking work, giving your best the first time and paying attention.  By the end of this year he was exhausted, and quite frankly, so was I.

I was worn out from the constant repeating of admonitions to do his school work well.  Finally, one week before school was over he received an A on a test in a subject he normally struggled in.  I asked him what made the difference and he said, “Well, I just told myself to slow down and do a good job.”  (Can I just say this would have been a wonderful time to throw an “I told you so” in, but I successfully restrained myself.)  Here’s hoping the summer won’t erase the lesson it took him all of 9 months to learn.

Isaiah, what grade did you just finish?

Second grade.

If you could use three words to describe 2nd grade, what would they be?

Hard, challenging…(thinking, thinking, thinking), I don’t know.

That’s 5 words.

What was challenging about 2nd grade?

Some of the math problems and the math things we did.

Anything else?

Keep my grades up.  Because they were going down and it was challenging to make them go back up.

What do you think is one of the most important things you learned in 2nd grade?

Listen to what your mom says about school because you told me a lot of stuff and once I actually did do it my grades went up.  (Do I get some kind of reward for staying sane the 39 out of 40 weeks he didn’t do what I told him to?)

And what would those things be?

Look over your paper to see if you didn’t do any problems and slow down on your work.  (Please, please, please remember that next year.  I’m really tired of repeating myself.  Or as my mother used to say, “Do you think I talk just to hear my head roar?”

What is your favorite memory of 2nd grade?

Being partners with Grant.

And why is that important to you?

Because Grant is my best friend and we got to be partners for math.  (Grant is an awesome best friend!)

What was your favorite part of the school day?


What was your favorite lunch meal?

Crispitos with cheese.  (Well, well.  A boy after his mother’s own heart.  That just so happened to be my favorite meal too.  Which means that meal has been on the school menu for a very, very long time.)

What are some things you did at recess?

Freeze tag, soccer, kick ball.  That’s all.

What about getting your miles in?

Oh yeah, and running miles.  (Isaiah’s school has a walking program.  The kids log miles during the year.  They can walk 1 mile every recess and if they persevere and log 150 miles they earn a free pair of tennis shoes.  Name brand to boot.  This was something Isaiah was diligent to do every single recess.)

What was your favorite thing to wear to school?

Shorts and a t-shirt.

Did you have a favorite t-shirt?

Well, I had 2 favorites.  MyLego star wars t-shirt and my Taylor t-shirt.

What advice would you give to someone just starting 2nd grade?

I don’t know.

You have nothing?

Yeah.  (Hey!  What about slowing down and checking your work?  I think that was excellent advice!)

What are you looking forward to about 3rd grade?

Having Mrs. Harper as a teacher because people say she is really fun.

Do you have any goals for 3rd grade?

Do well in 3rd grade so I can be in high ability in 4th.

Any parting words you want to share with me?

What do you mean?

Anything I didn’t ask?

No.  Wait, does this mean it’s over?

Would you be glad about that?


Yes, it’s over.  Now, go clean your room.