Pearce practicing his numbers from 11-20.
Pearce's seven and nine were backwards, but this time when I corrected him he wasn't too upset, maybe because he still got the answer right.
Pearce practicing his numbers from 11-20.
Pearce's seven and nine were backwards, but this time when I corrected him he wasn't too upset, maybe because he still got the answer right.Posted by Wendi and Eric at 4:39 AM 0 comments
Labels: Home School, Pearce, Vietnam
It's been so fun to watch Pearce's picture journal evolve from simple to detailed drawings. Each really showcases Pearce's interests and the details he notices. The closest thing to a peephole into his 4-yr-old brain.
Pearce continued his fasination with triangles.



I started having Pearce trace over the captions to give him practice writing in sentences. Back on Karate Kid.

Pearce is obsessed with the movie Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. He pretends to be the main character, Flint Lockwood the inventor. He wears a sweater I have that looks like a lab coat and repeats every line by heart. It's ridiculously cute. I love the plug and the puddle of sauce.
This day, Pearce picked to look up giraffes.
On to zebras. I love how Pearce turned one of the clouds into a picture of a face. When we are outside we like to play, what pictures do you see in the clouds.
From Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Pearce drew Sam with her microphone, Flint and the machine that makes food come from the clouds. The food coming down is bacon, eggs, Cheese, icecream cones, red sauce, and orange juice "in a glass."
Another Pearce Obsession is our ski trip to Utah back in February. He constantly wants to know when we're going again. The other day he and Eric were watching extreme skiing footage on the Internet and Pearce kept asking how old he had to be before the two of them good go heli-skiing together. I'm not sure if I've ever seen Eric happier.Posted by Wendi and Eric at 9:34 PM 2 comments
Labels: Home School, Pearce, Vietnam
Before I left Hawaii I had one last appointment with my OB, Dr. Rudy, who was concerned that I would be out of her care for three months after having a bad case of pre-eclampsia with my past pregnancies. It took a few nudges, but she reluctantly gave copies of all my medical records to give the docs in Vietnam. Thankfully, she sent me out the door with a 90 dollars a month, new-age European prenatal for girls like me. I was skeptical but willing to try anything.
My first appointment in Vietnam was with Dr. Jane at the Health Unit inside the US Consulate. She is American, of course, and went to medical school in New York City. She moved to Vietnam just for an adventure, met her Kiwi (New Zealand) husband, stayed and had kids. Aside from working for the Consulate, she also has her own private practice outside the walls.
The Consulates Health Unit is extremely thorough, showing a 15-minute power point presentation on Health Care in Vietnam. I was given little laminated cards with all cell and work phone numbers and addresses of all the Health Unit Consulate staff and the best doctors in the local Hospitals, and addresses, in case of an emergency. A second card was given to me, the non fluent Vietnamese speaker, that said in Vietnamese, "I am having a baby. I need to get to this hospital, at this address, very fast." Just in case I went into labor and Eric was not with me. My orders were to keep both cards with me at all times. Dr. Jane, also ran thru her plan for me if I delivered early. Details such as, I would be air vacced to Singapore or Thailand, where the medical standards are just about equal to US standards (but a fifth the price). Delivering in Vietnam would be the very last option, or as she put it, not an option at all. I felt confident that if I did go into labor Dr. Jane would have everything under control. The rest of the check up was routine, peed in a cup, measured my belly, listened to the heart beat, checked blood pressure and weight. Everything came back normal. I was 6 months and had gained 12 pounds so far, two pounds over my target weight. The baby is healthy and kicking a lot. My only complaint at six months is that my tailbone gets sore if I sit too long.

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