What do boys think?

Patti tells me that one of the things Brent loves to do as soon as recess is called during home schooling is to run outside and start walking round and round this tree at the beginning of their driveway. There used to be rocks there and Brent would walk around the rocks, but it made them move out into the driveway and make it hard to drive.

So most of the rocks are moved now to the side yard. But Brent still walks round and round this tree. Usually counter clockwise but sometimes clockwise. When I ask him what he's thinking he says "Nothin." But Patti says he's inventing stories in his head. And each day if you ask him, he'll give you the next chapter in his story.

4th of July

Brent in yard on 4th of July wearing his swim team t-shirt. I think he's a piranah. Whatever he is, he's sure cute.

Brent on Astoria waterfront

Brent and Alan

Brent and Alan by some weird green thingey at the Maritime Museum.

Brent and Aunt Bev in May

I always protect them.

Protection is a big thing with Brent.

Remember how he lines up his plastic dinosaurs in a row across the top of the landing so that when Alan gets up at 4am and starts down the stairs he almost trips on them. But Brent puts them there after everyone is upstairs and in bed. He is protecting his family.

And when he bought this plastic shot gun (I am opposed to guns) he really wanted me to take a photo of him and his parents while he was holding the gun. He told Patti "You can do a scrapbook page and say "I always protect them."

Protection is a big thing with Brent.

Brent on his field trip

It was fun, even though I didn't get to go into the creek. Here I am looking at a stick bug that lives in the water. He crawls into a mini-log.

I learned that you can use pills for pH testing. The pH of our creek was 8 and 7-8 are good.

The currents there are 20 seconds...we threw a plastic bug in the stream and timed how long to go a certain distance.

Oh, Miranda wanted to know yesterday why I didn't want to go to the 3-6th grade girls class on "Beauty." I told her adamantly, "I'm not into beauty. I'm into gansters!!!"

Bye,
Brent