I was bored with my life this week. It kept me feeling reserved and quiet. Even with Allan for much of the week I didn’t have much to talk about. Rather than vent or complain about everything and nothing I just kept it silent, the tugging sadness.
I wonder at my body, if it’s maybe shifting hormonally at this 8 months post partum time. I wonder at the weather… the before-summer trapped feeling that encompasses me. The weeks of heat where I’m forced indoors- scrubbing at the same messes, rinsing the same dishes, changing endless diapers… the weeks of this are followed with the distractions of swimming lessons and gymnastics and dance classes, summer movies and storytimes, water play in the backyard. Lake trips, campouts: lots of fun.
Lots of fun temporarily just beyond my reach.
So for now I attack the dirt on my counters, my dishes, my toilets. I teach impatient children their school lessons, I change diapers… I change diapers… and I change more diapers; and I wait.
My camera has sat unloved much of the time. Being trapped indoors to escape the approaching heat (and mostly the critters; scorpions and spiders) seeing the same things every second of every day… doesn’t do much for photography inspiration.
But I forced myself to grab my camera the other day and take a picture of each child to blog.
She’s been begging and begging me to cut her hair so yes, I did cut her hair on Sunday. She loves it, I love it because it’s so much easier to take care of. She had the rattiest hair before and brushing through it every day was really frustrating.
She’s finally right “at home” in her second grade curriculum. She’ll finish by the end of this year and I’ll buy BJU 3rd grade to use in 2012. She’s liking BJU. She is getting 100% on her tests and retaining what she’s learned.
I haven’t used the video lessons for the past week. I’m teaching her straight out of the teacher’s manuals. It’s working for now.
She joins in with Brooklyn and Payson. We do school in a big group. She loves having her own reading time, though. She reads pretty well now. I need to buy her some more readers! She got a haircut, too, since she wants to do everything Brooklyn wants to do.
Payson is actually so much better than ever before. Emotionally and physically! It’s really hard because I’m not much different when it comes to parenting him and I need to be. I got so worn out with his extreme neediness during the last almost-three years that every time he’s cranky or whiny I find myself tensing up and unreasonable. I get frustrated when he asks me for anything because I know it’ll be a huge act of patience as I deal with his new extreme pickiness with everything.
He wants a certain cup, a certain binky, a certain number of carrots on his plate that he won’t even eat (he does this with EVERY food), a certain song sung a certain way, a certain TV show, a certain outfit… it’s exhausting and annoying and makes me really moody.
He’s still attached to his elephant and his binky. He plays with elephant all the time now. He doesn’t just drag elephant around and rub his nose anymore, either, he actually plays games with elephant. It’s adorable! In the picture above he was giving elephant a piggy back ride all around the house. He talks to elephant like he’s really listening, too.
Ember never went through that on-all-fours, rocking pre-crawl phase. She did a bit of scooting on her bum and lots of twisting and rolling to get where she wanted to go and then one day (the day I blogged last) she was sitting next to me, she got up on her hands and feet and she crawled to a toy. Just like that! Not a crawler, then a crawler!
It seems like she started crawling, crawled all over the place for a few hours and is now attempting to stand and wanting to walk! She pulls up on everything she can, it’s fun to watch the determination of the fourth child.
A child I thought might be a lazy one being the fourth and often carried and carted around by parents and siblings.
But no- she has motivation to be independent. She has a fiery personality. Not at all the sweet, mellow child I thought I was carrying.
Not to say she’s not sweet, she very much is, but she’s full of personality and she demands that her place in the family be acknowledged! She’ll scream, not a crying scream but an “I am here, hear me!” scream and her eyes get big with happiness when anyone responds. She grabs at her siblings’ toys as if she owns them. She stares them down with an expression that screams, “I am the center of your universe, you love me!”
It’s amazing to watch her personality, such a strong one, emerge so fully at only 8 months old. She is Ember. So Ember. And our family was so very incomplete without her.
I took a few pictures of her yesterday afternoon.
I haven’t taken formal pictures of her every month. I wish I had done something significant like take a picture of her with a certain stuffed animal or on a certain blanket every month but I just didn’t 🙁
Not that it matters that much.
The light coming through the window was so pretty that I took her outside for a couple more pictures.
It’s so hard when I take pictures of Ember… I can never not post them all. I can’t seem to make myself narrow them down to just a few… she’s just so cute!
She has her daddy’s brown eyes. It’s amazing to finally have a baby with something other than gray-blue! Her eyes, dare I say, are the prettiest eyes! They’re so dark and mysterious. When she stares at me as she nurses and her dark lashes flutter over that rich, soft brown, it’s mesmorizing. I’m sorta jealous!
She was tired, ready for bed, and more into looking around than being photographed.
I took the opportunity to get pictures of her profile. haha
She was picking at the grass a lot. I ended up getting a huge rash all over my legs from laying in the grass to take these photos. I’m allergic to our grass 🙁
I think Ember looks a bit elf-ish.
A very pretty elf.
Despite being tired she still giggled at mama. No matter how tired she is I can always get a smile and laugh 🙂
We came inside and my legs were so itchy I decided to take a shower before putting her to bed.