I'm kind of frustrated about that. I need to just let them be Good Enough Quick Takes and hit publish and let it go.
Today, I'm not dwelling on the frustration, though. Because Good Enough 7 Quick Takes! And Friday! And maybe a teensy bit of non-rain over there in the corner of the sky? Dare we hope?
Regardless, it's good to be here.
This guy would like to point out that his mother forgot to take the monthly picture with the sticker again. Again. Because he's the fourth baby, he says. You know what, though? He's the first baby to even have any stinking stickers for each of his first twelve months. (He can thank his grandma for those.)
Anyway, he's ten months old this week! And he's crawling. The world is about to be very, very different for his older siblings, who have been warned, over and over, that babies like to eat Playmobil. And Littlest Pet Shop. And whatever other tiny choking hazards they have lying around the floors of their not-vacuumed-often-enough bedrooms.
I predict some medieval Playmobil weaponry will be the first thing swallowed. Anyone want to start a pool?
Gluten free, though, would be really, really difficult.
I have much respect for all of you who are parenting people with food sensitivities. This is our first time dealing with any of this. If it helps, it will definitely be worth it, of course- but it's hard to keep doing it when we aren't really seeing any improvement yet.
Garden update: We have some things starting to come up: carrots, lettuce, radishes, tomatoes, beans, some herbs, some strawberries and some melons. I had planned to expand our raised beds this year, but ended up deciding that I have enough going on and should stick with what we already have. (What is this feeling of deciding not to take on more than I can handle? I'm not sure, because it's so out of character...I will let you know how it goes.)
In all the flowerbeds, there has been weeding galore to keep everyone (mostly me) busy. It's hard to motivate small kids to weed gardens. I remember my grandma paying us to pull weeds, and even as a seven year old, I felt like the pay was not enough to convince me to sit on my knees in the dirt and rip out tiny clumps of clover. Last week, I dug out a corner of the flowerbed under the girls' window where I once had a rosebush that shriveled up a couple of years ago. We always intended to plant another one there for the child we lost. When I uprooted the weeds and moved the dried up stuff that had accumulated there, I found the rosebush still growing there, thriving, and with two buds on it about to bloom. It felt like a small miracle.
In the vegetable raised beds, I put a chalkboard with space for the kids to update when we make our garden observations. Sam is doing some garden journaling using printable pages from Cathy James' new book, The Garden Classroom, which has lots of good activities and really lovely pictures. I'm hoping to post a book list of garden books we're loving next week.
Since she came, it feels like summer should be here. I'm having trouble motivating myself to do anything schoolish. Fortunately, this place is like a learning laboratory all the time, and Sam keeps things going with his multiple projects without my needing to prod him.
Currently on his project table: the rock project (ongoing), a Playmobil star wars stop motion film, an Ancient Egyptian tomb model/diorama looking thing with paintings on the walls, and a paper/cardboard model of the Parthenon.
It is tiring being his mom sometimes, but it is never, never boring.
Being in such close quarters made me realize how much I have not been engaging with them as they play. If they are happily occupied together, I usually find something else to do- fold clothes, unload the dishwasher, get dinner started, etc. No, I don't have to play with them, and they don't need me to...but I took the opportunity this week to relax a bit and just hang out with them while they were playing. It was really good for our relationship.
It was not as good for the state of my house. But hey- it's Friday! I have all weekend to scale that mountain of laundry that I haven't folded, right?
You get a rejection sticker!
It's only pending the arrival of the part, of course, and I could have changed our plans with my sister and her kids. That would have made the week a lot more difficult, since this trip was much anticipated. I gritted my teeth and drove the van with a rejection sticker. It wasn't as bad as I thought...the sticker was white and small on the windshield, not a huge red poster with flashing neon lights around it as I had expected.
And we got to go to Dinosaurland.
I wrote about this place before- complete with lots of photos of a tinier Sam running around in a Velociraptor costume. You must visit if you're ever anywhere close to here. It's...unique.
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