We have been busy around here. Normal, everyday, life with four little kids stuff--breakfast, spills, lunch, broken dishes, dinner, diaper changes, band-aids, laundry, books, flying kites, watercolor painting, walks and trips to the park. I have been trying to multi-task at every possible moment, when I drive in the car I call my sister or friends, when I collapse into the couch for a few episodes of Lost at the end of the day (our current Netflix obsession) I fold laundry or have the mending pile with me. Life is good, but busy. I can't complain.
Izzy decided, completely on her own, about two weeks ago that she was done with diapers. She has been doing a really good job of going to the bathroom herself. I think that if her vocabulary included expletives that they would be inserted when she screams "Izzy do it!" when I try to help her get her underpants back on.
We had some additional shelves built in the basement. Whenever I go into the cellar now it smells like freshly cut wood and that makes me feel like a kid again. Sawdust evokes many good memories.
The garden is planted and the little plants and seedlings are growing. We had frost warnings last night, but it looks like everything made it through ANOTHER cold night. I am looking forward to fall and filling all of those new shelves with jars of tomatoes, applesauce, pickles and such--but first it needs to get warm! My kids are begging me to go to the beach. Today's high is 71 degrees. I suppose we could go to just play in the sand, they wouldn't care, but I (and the tomatoes) wouldn't mind some heat.
Gus started eating solids last week. He wasn't too keen on the rice cereal, but when I added applesauce he opened his mouth right up. He is sleeping better. I appreciate that.
I took my grandma, Claire and Lily to go see the new Pixar movie
Up. It was pretty cute. I recommend it. Like all of the reviews I read stated, it was refreshingly free of save-the-planet messages. The worst part of the entire movie was the previews and pre-show entertainment/ music. Seriously, I don't want my kids to hear lyrics like "I kissed a girl and I liked it/ the taste of her cherry chapstick" sung by a woman. I don't want them to see scary images of the new Transformer movie. Chris and I are becoming hyper aware of the weird lifestyle we lead. I am completely comfortable with being different than everyone else around me and sheltering our kids from all that crap! Just let me know when I start wearing denim jumpers, Keds, and scrunchies.
