Merrick is a character. He’s a squirrel, he’s a rat, he’s a boy with an enormous imagination. He loves food. His life revolves around the next meal. He will eat dinner and ask about breakfast. In his school lunches he packs food like he’ll be gone for a week. I think in another life he might have been starved.
Today while driving to school I listened to the older boys discuss their plans to spend their summer earnings from working the shaved ice hut. They were talking about kayaks. Barrett told Merrick he had enough money saved up for an inexpensive kayak. Merrick asks, “Is it the kayak with the food pouch?” Barrett look confused and asked him, “What do you mean a food pouch?”
“You know. The kayak that has the food compartment.”
“No, you don’t have enough for that one.”
“Oh, well then I don’t want it.”
Is that really a determining factor for purchasing a kayak? It is if you’re a skinny tooth pick boy named Merrick.
We dropped Barrett off at school and Merrick changed subjects without a moments hesitation. Now we’re talking about him becoming an actor.
This kid! He’s a character!
While sitting in my car outside of the grocery store Barrett says, “What are those chains connected on peoples pants?”
“They are connected to their wallets so people don’t steal them.”
“Then why do the people who wear those chains look like the ones who would steal a wallet.”
During the summer we stopped going to church. Before Kierran and I left Valdez for Fairbanks we stopped attending the church we were attending because I didn’t care much for the pastor, there is a lack of children’s church and I don’t care for a particular part of the weekly service.
Finding a new church was on my list of things to do but got pushed to the back burner during the summer chaos.
As we sat eating dinner tonight Kierran tears off a small portion of the tortilla and said, “Look mom, it’s like that small bread. It’s God’s meat.”
I suppose if we’re going to drink his blood it makes sense to eat his meat. 🤷🏻♀️ I’m concerned instead of raising a christian I’m raising a cannibal.
Kierran and I were in Fairbanks this summer while I attended my first semester of grad school at the University of Fairbanks Alaska (UAF) to get my teaching license.
We were separated from Scott and the boys for 6 weeks. The first portion of the separation Kierran didn’t appreciate being the only child and really missed his brothers. When he spoke on the phone with his brothers he had a huge smile on his face and talked a mile a minute. I overheard him arguing with himself in the backseat of the car a couple times while we drove around town. Scott said he was probably trying to keep his arguing skills sharp for when he was reunited with his brothers. On Fathers Day weekend Scott and the boys made a surprise trip to Fairbanks. Negative for Scott because I had no plans for Fathers Day but positive for every other reason. Kierran was overwhelmed with joy! It was a wonderful surprise for the first two hours then the boys settled back into their regular arguing pattern. Kierran walked over and whispered into my ear, “When are they leaving?”
HA! The second half of our separation Kierran took full advantage of being the only child and never spoke about missing his brothers.
School went great for me and none of it would have been possible without the help I received from friends in Fairbanks. One week Kierran attended a day camp but for the rest of the 5 weeks he was watched by friends and a friends daughter. He had a wonderful time and I knew he was in good hands which allowed me to fully focus on my school work. I tell you what, it couldn’t have worked out more perfect.
It was such an undertaking for Scott and I to separate for almost 2 months, find a place for Kierran and I to stay, secure inexpensive childcare and everything a single parent experiences. It all worked out perfectly. Scott’s half-brother’s dad (did you follow that?) let us stay with him which was such a blessing! My friends came to my aid and took up childcare days for me that I was still in need of and oh my goodness I need to pay homage to my car also. With 112k miles she powered through the summer despite, what I think is, her failing transmission. That is an expense we can’t handle at this time.
I was also in love with spending a majority of my summer in Fairbanks. It’s so warm there and there is so much to do! Kierran and I were always busy.
With every small detail working out so perfect, this straight A student 😉 felt that becoming a teacher is my calling. A calling that GOD has made a clear path for me to follow.
In a couple weeks I start my second semester and student teaching! I’m very excited!
Kierran has had me in stitches lately. His personality is growing into this tall 6 year old body of his. Last night while I was tucking him into bed he asked me the same question each of his brothers still ask me EVERY night, “What are we doing tomorrow?”
It just so happens that we were meeting up with a friend of his and her mom from his Kindergarten class, Brooklyn, at a local coffee shop. I knew he would be ecstatic. He didn’t give me the reaction I had assumed he would give me but instead said, “Mom, can you buy me a boys dress and some boy lipstick?”
“You know the fancy boy dress with the bow tie?” He’s making hand gestures like he’s straightening a bow tie around his neck.
“You mean a tuxedo?”
“Yeah, with a bow tie and a hat and boy lipstick.”
“You mean chap stick?”
“Yeah, I need all that.”
“Well, we can see about that but I won’t be able to get it as soon as tomorrow if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Yeah, I was thinking I’d wear a tuxedo with a bow tie and a hat.” He lifts his head, folds his arms behind his head and says, “Hellllloooo Brooklyn.”
I’m so used to these boys saying crazy things I can usually hold it together and roll my eyes but that conversation took me off guard and I lost it. Though it’s typical of him to want to be dressed to the nines or as he puts it, “Fantas-teek” which he tells me is “France for fantastic.”