Sunday, August 28, 2011

Here she is!

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Welcome to Teresa Anne!

Born Saturday, August 27, at 12:16 a.m.

7lb, 15oz, 20 inches long.

All is going well so far.

Pictures to come.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Euchre and housework are alike!

I found this out this morning.  I think I’ll start saying, “I’m in the barn,” when I get close to having the whole house clean at once.  Don’t worry, though, it doesn’t happen very often.

How it can backfire to have your kids pick their own food

Our garden is quite happy and productive these days, and the kids usually pick things to eat from it on a daily basis.  Yesterday, though, I guess Sim decided he wanted some extra protein.  He came out of Quiet Time and told me:  “I chomped up a fly.”

Me:  What?

Sim:  I chomped up a fly.

Me:  [Not quite believing it, since flies are pretty fast]  Um, Sim, flies are not for eating.

Sim:  [Looking sad]  But it was dead.

Me:  [Still not sure whether to believe, but coming much closer to it]  Okay, but please don’t chomp any more flies.

Monday, August 22, 2011

School

We started school again today.  It went really well, actually.  The kids were excited about it, probably because we’re doing lots of crafty things, and were excited to show Michael their accomplishments when he came home.  Third grade, Kindergarten, and pre-preschool have all begun!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Real summer

Real summer weather is here.  Well, real summer for our area.  It’s in the 80s and definitely warm.  The kids are somewhat shocked by the lack of need for a fleece at any time of day, and I am so glad that it’s been a relatively cool summer with this pregnancy.  Enough said.  The bunnies are lamenting their fur coats.

Cucumbers and zucchini are very happy with the weather and producing lovely things to eat.  The tomatoes are (some of them) getting red! 

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Music to their mother’s ears

This morning I came down a bit after 7 to my three kids actively doing something.  I could hear them moving about very actively when I was upstairs.  Since they have taken to occasionally “wrestling” by taking turns jumping on each other, I was a bit nervous about what I might encounter.

Me:  Good morning.

Them:  Good morning, Mama!  We’re cleaning up! 

And they actually were.