Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Owen likes to stay very busy so today we painted and played with letters. He tried painting with different tools, a spong, feather, brushes and fingers, he prefers brushes. He also made and read words with sticky letters, he is getting better at sounding words out and rhyming.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Luke will be turning this essay in tomorrow, he worked hard on it, and I was so happy to find a great picture of the two of them.
My Great Hero
By: Luke Marnell
My hero is my Pepere, my great grandfather, Arthur E. LeBeau. Pepere is my hero because he served in World War II, and because he raised such a great family. Pepere had ten kids and his second daughter is my Memere.
During WW II Pepere was a Staff Sergeant in the Army Air Corps. He served from September 1941 to January 1946. He was stationed at Miami, Florida, and Trinidad near South America. While in Trinidad he was a radar operator on a B-18 bomber, which patrolled for German submarines. He was also stationed in the Philippines and Okinawa, Japan. While there he was a radar operator on a C-47 cargo plane air dropping supplies to soldiers in the jungle. Pepere also flew over Nagasaki, Japan two days after the atomic bomb was dropped.
Pepere said he was scared a few times. First, at mail call in Okinawa there was a sniper in a tree that shot a couple of guys before they got the sniper. Another time the plane he was in ran off the run way and crashed into a ditch. When that happened, the propeller came apart and it went through the seat behind him.
After WWII Pepere went home to Connecticut and married Helen Gadbois, and together they raised ten kids. This is another reason Pepere is my hero because he is such a family man. When we go to Connecticut he makes really good pop-eyes, when he has us over for special breakfasts. One time he flew all the way to Montana to see us, and he was 90 years old. Also every time he sees us he gives us all 5 bucks, and that makes me feel special. I hope to show love as he does someday.
Pepere is my hero because he is brave, he fought in WWII. He was also scared sometimes and taught me that being scared is okay. He also loves me a lot and is a good family man. I hope someday if my country needs me I am brave enough to volunteer. Someday I also hope to be as good of a great grandfather as he is.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Christmas Eve we have begun a tradition of opening presents from Memere and Pappa Lloyd and Auntie Kara and Uncle Scott. The kids look forward to Christmas Eve Mass and then coming home for dinner which we picked up Chinese this year, and then opening presents. They all loved their gifts and look forward to spending their money in fun ways this year. They are all very good at stashing their money away until they think of something they really want. So far they still haven't spent it although if Owen remembered he had it his would be spent. Owen and Luke had matching shirts and we repurposed a dress that we made a long sweater for Anna since two days before I realized she didn't have a Christmas dress. Ben enjoyed opening the toaster oven and getting it all set up for Christmas morning. Thankyou Memere, Pappa Lloyd, Uncle Scott, and Auntie Kara.
We love you!!!
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
This Advent as I begin a new job and a new season of trying to hear the Holy Spirit in my daily wonderings, I reflect back on overcoming a huge fear.
Over Fall break we took the kids horseback riding, I wasn't worried about it I figured Owen was too small and I could stay back with him.
I figured wrong.
I figured wrong.
Not only was he big enough to ride, he was also big enough to ride alone.
Here is where the problem of my fear comes in, the kids are all excited because we are all going to go together. Oh yeah!
I have a healthy (or unhealthy) fear of horses (or I should say had). The last time I was near horses, they go to close to me and I started crying much to Ben's dismay. I really hadn't planned on riding, but how do you disappoint your kids, you don't.
So I got on a horse, the biggest horse there, his name was Ceaser. I was scared but not as much as I thought I'd be. I even cantored and I had fun. So much fun I would do it again.
I also proved to myself that I can overcome my fears even those I've had since I was a little child, and really I could have all along. All I had to do was give it to God because there was no way without Him (or my kids desires) that I was getting on a horse.
I got on that horse and I made my kids happy and I learned that everyday I can do new things, I can do hard things, and I can do them well. I might sweat a lot but I do that anyway (something that disgusts my children).
Enjoy the pictures of that day, I love looking at them, it was a great day!!!
|My horses ears, couldn't take a selfie and hold on.|
|This little boy loved his ride.|
|Owen and Anna from the rear.|
|After the fear died down, I did enjoy the views. It was beautiful.|