I've been slacking when it comes to blogging. Lately, it's been feeling more like a chore than anything and it's hard to find motivation in the midst of this busy summer to put happenings into words.
Chet just finished up an 18 credit semester and not even two weeks later, is immersed in yet another one. This computer is firmly planted on his lap when he is not working and it's not usually available. One more 18 credit semester to go this fall and if everything lines up like it should, then he is done. Forever. I think. We've said that before.
Avery has four days left of kindergarten and she is hesitant about starting first grade, as she doesn't feel she will know anything that first graders need to know. She had a hard time with counting money in kindergarten and she's not sure she will be able to do first grade math.
Tucker has been sprouting like a weed, growing out of his 4T clothes. He is not sure he is allowed to wear 5T because he is not yet five and he usually has to check with me to make sure its okay. It's been one year since his tonsil surgery and he is a whole new little boy. He has had maybe one, possibly two fevers in the last year, compared to one every few weeks pre-surgery. And he eats!
Piper was potty training like a pro until a few weeks ago, when she got bored with it. We have been trying to get her excited about it again, but so far it's not working. She needs constant reminders to go potty and then she usually clogs the toilet with a half of a roll of toilet paper. And you know she has done something wrong when she walks up to you with a guilty look on her face and holds up her fingers to show that she is two. "I two." Nothing like changing the subject to make us think she is innocent.
Milo is our wandering little boy. We never thought he would be a wanderer because he is a clingy little boy, but once he gets outside, there are no boundaries. He is everywhere, exploring everything he possibly can, giving us mini heart attacks. When he is inside, he loves to wear my work Crocs and snowshoe around the house in them. Or he will grab the song book and sit on my lap and belt out Jesus Loves Me. Nothing better than a singing toddler.
I'm not sure how much blogging I'll get in this summer. Right now I need to find all of the overdue library books, fold all of the now wrinkled laundry and try to make the most of this dreary Memorial Day.
Chet just finished up an 18 credit semester and not even two weeks later, is immersed in yet another one. This computer is firmly planted on his lap when he is not working and it's not usually available. One more 18 credit semester to go this fall and if everything lines up like it should, then he is done. Forever. I think. We've said that before.
Avery has four days left of kindergarten and she is hesitant about starting first grade, as she doesn't feel she will know anything that first graders need to know. She had a hard time with counting money in kindergarten and she's not sure she will be able to do first grade math.
Tucker has been sprouting like a weed, growing out of his 4T clothes. He is not sure he is allowed to wear 5T because he is not yet five and he usually has to check with me to make sure its okay. It's been one year since his tonsil surgery and he is a whole new little boy. He has had maybe one, possibly two fevers in the last year, compared to one every few weeks pre-surgery. And he eats!
Piper was potty training like a pro until a few weeks ago, when she got bored with it. We have been trying to get her excited about it again, but so far it's not working. She needs constant reminders to go potty and then she usually clogs the toilet with a half of a roll of toilet paper. And you know she has done something wrong when she walks up to you with a guilty look on her face and holds up her fingers to show that she is two. "I two." Nothing like changing the subject to make us think she is innocent.
Milo is our wandering little boy. We never thought he would be a wanderer because he is a clingy little boy, but once he gets outside, there are no boundaries. He is everywhere, exploring everything he possibly can, giving us mini heart attacks. When he is inside, he loves to wear my work Crocs and snowshoe around the house in them. Or he will grab the song book and sit on my lap and belt out Jesus Loves Me. Nothing better than a singing toddler.
I'm not sure how much blogging I'll get in this summer. Right now I need to find all of the overdue library books, fold all of the now wrinkled laundry and try to make the most of this dreary Memorial Day.
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