I was looking forward to a long, leisurely summer with the kids and our new little addition, but then I woke up the next day and realized it was already August. I am going back to work full-time and the kids have returned to school with much fanfare and farewells. Okay, there was a small amount of wailing, but mostly it was excitement.
See?
Sam is much more of an academic than Rhiannon, though that isn't to say that Rhiannon doesn't get good grades. She does!! She just doesn't get why she has to go to school to do it. Rhiannon would rather catch bugs and draw dragons.
Oh well...
Wouldn't we all?
And yes... that is a boys' shirt she is wearing. I allowed the kids to pick their own clothes when they went school shopping and she insisted. She insisted on the skull backpack as well. She took one look at it and claimed it as her own. I hope her teacher isn't too alarmed. However, she does have a sweet side. As I was dropping her off at the door of her classroom on Friday, she made sure that she gave Nicholas a hug and told him bye.
Sam, on the other hand, is too cool for that now. She sashayed off to her class with me ten paces behind.
It's hard to believe that she'll be in middle school next year.
And SCARY!!
Speaking of scary, Darin is now a freshman in High School.
Yes. This teenager belongs to me.
How did that happen?
Though he is definitely ALL boy and ALL teenager, he is still a very good kid and helps me out a lot. We have noticed that Nicholas has an affinity to his chest. He falls asleep on him a lot. I guess me and John are just too lumpy or something. Maybe it's just the fact that Nicholas like hanging out with him when Darin is doing cool stuff like playing video games.
Whatever the reason, it's been very nice having help when John or I need to do something.
Like go to the bathroom or eat.
Y'know?... The basics.
Last week, we took the little man to the clinic for his two month shots. He was brave and endured it like a champion. Still, it's so hard having to hold your baby down when two well-meaning nurses stab his little thighs with needles. I thought it would be easier after having had three, but it's not. I still feel like crying.
Afterwards, he was much better but developed a slight fever and by that evening, was completely delirious.
As you can see here...
Poor thing.
He kept John and I up for a while with his pitiful moans and groans. He never cried, though, and he didn't seem to be too miserable, but he definitely wanted the world to know of his plight. We turned out the lights and tried not to laugh. (It was funny, though!) He lay between us and drifted off to sleep, making his little ungh....ungh....ungh....noises every minute or so.
Of course, there's always a silver lining. Jen came over a few days ago and we were FINALLY able to catch Nicholas smiling on camera.
Life is good.
hey this is sam agaim and monea too!!!!!!! i've been thinkin that are title is the catchronicles and other chaos but we only have like one post about cats!!!!!!! so i found a pic of wing and her eyes are glowin i really have no idea about the dot it looked cool. its mine and moneas dot named fred. yep yep no steelin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry i was bored thats the only reson i wrote this goodbye!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and you better comment because i didnt get any comments on my last post:( so leave a comment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
