You, my son, love nothing more than to pose like Spiderman. I still have no idea what sparked your love of superheroes but here we are, months and months later and your obsession continues. A picture taken is not a picture of value unless you’re showing off your Spiderman moves.
You, my daughter, make me look frumpy. If I attempt to wear my hair down or put on jewelry, you mess with it. A lot. You’ve broken earrings and necklaces, you pull at my eyelashes if I wear mascara. You ripped one of my earrings out of my ear so hard it bled!
So, child, I suppose for you I will be ugly from here on out.
Yes these are photographic proof that you can’t leave my apparel alone. I have flashed a handful of people the last two years not from breastfeeding in public (though we do that, modestly) but because you will randomly grab the top of my shirt and pull it down to my belly button. That’s not very fun, for the record.
I just recently (today) had a talk with Allan about letting Brooklyn pick her entire outfit out for school every day. I try to show her what to wear or at least help her wear appropriate shoes with what she’s put together but she hates that and is really picky about what she wants to wear. So, I’m going to let her dress herself 100% from now on. Unless she asks me for advice, which I’ll jump over for sure.
I asked the kids if I could get a picture of them together. Brooklyn stormed off when the younger kids came over on their little bikes and trikes. Because her bike was in the garage and she wanted them to get off theirs for the picture.
The little kids and I have been doing preschool time every single day. But only this last week did I finally pull out our actual preschool materials to use. Mother Goose Time is so freaking awesome. My kids LOVE it. I think I might have to start ordering a monthly subscription again.
Payson is going to adore school. He’s my most social child, he’s super smart, and he loves learning. He loves hanging out at the girls’ school and is very friendly and outgoing when we are there. Or anywhere, really. My social, outgoing guy.
When I ordered Mother Goose Time a long time ago I made sure to get enough supplies for all four kids to do the crafts. I knew that despite being marketed for toddlers and preschoolers my big kids would love the crafts just as much as their younger siblings. And I was right 😉 After school the girls made each made a sailboat.
Ember loves to play with my pincushion. She takes the pins out and then sticks them back in. Over and over and over and over. It’s her very favorite thing right now. Because pins aren’t exactly toddler safe I was thinking of things that were similar but safe. This old Christmas game crossed my mind. And sure enough, she loveslovesloves it.
She loves to do what I do. This makes for some stress trying to babyproof everything in this house. I turn my back for a couple seconds (just to plug in my iron) and she’s climbed up to my sewing machine. She had a shirt and was pushing it back and forth under the needle. That girl loves needles thanks to my current sewing addiction. Which is bad. Thankfully she’s really careful and hasn’t ever poked herself during the few brief moments she’s managed to snatch my pincushion to play with 😛
Ember is my most helpful child. She loves to clean up around the house, without being asked. And unlike my other kids she won’t just start happily and pick up one or two things and then abandon the project, if she decides to clean something up she cleans the entire mess up!
All four of my children like to gather at my feet while I cook and clean in the kitchen. I’ve said before it drives me crazy, but what can you do? This day they were playing in the cupboards, I loved that! Not by my feet, not messing with dishes or the stove?? Great.