I have read so many blogs written by friends, friends of friends, and total strangers and whenever I get to the posts where they record details of their growing children I am filled with regret for not recording more of my sweet children - what they do, what they say, how they make me laugh, how they infuriate me, how much I love them. So, in the interests of "keeping it simple" I thought I should just get started. No more procrastinating, just do it.Doesn't matter that I still haven't finished my introductory post, nor filled out any "about me" information. Here goes...
Today is day three of A's summer vacation. I am still stunned at the reality of THREE MONTHS of summer vacation. It's more than a little ridiculous. In Britain they get six weeks and as I remember, that's more than enough. I told M the other day that I felt like I didn't know how to take care of three children over the summer, with no structure to our days other than that I add to it myself, and then it struck me that I really DON"T know how to do it, since last year there were only two children. I wouldn't have described our lives last year as simple, but adding a third (wonderful and sweet) child has certainly made things significantly more complicated.
My mother's helper came to entertain A and K so I was free to do nothing for two hours. It felt great. J actually took a decent nap which was very welcome. Three year old K spent most of the day in a red "Welsh Angel" rugby T-shirt, Ni-Hao Kai Lan underwear, and "ballet shoes" (cheap sequinned slip-on shoes from Target). She searched for roly polies, skillfully rode her tricycle to both her and my delight and pride, took a lovely long nap and awoke ready for more. She is so full of character, so interesting and funny. M told me the other day he was glad I had a girl. I replied "She's a little more "girl" than I bargained for. Her style is dead-on. She is more fashionable than I am (that's easy). I wear a grey T-shirt and jeans and she is my accessory, in a hot pink tutu and spotty shirt
Six year old A is a delight. It's so lovely to have him home again after surrendering him to school last August. He's back and he's fascinating. He has a sweet spirit and I love to watch him with his siblings. Caring, interested, competitive. He built Lego most of the afternoon and declared that he is "back to liking Lego City" after Lego Star Wars had won him over for a few months. He's full of stories that he creates about the characters in the police station, or the harbor marina. So quick and clever. He winked at me tonight as he acquiesced to my request that he sometimes let K win a race. Tonight it was out on the driveway and he let her win over and over again.
And my sweet J. He's pushed me to my limit, forcing me to give up any illusion that I am the one in control. He is what people call a "good baby" (as if those who fuss and cry a lot are somehow "bad"?) but he has been so unpredictable compared to his brother and sister. I thought I knew what I was doing having a third baby. God was ready to show me that HE is the one in control. Five months old, two teeth, looking like he is going to crawl any day. I think he is responding to my desire that he leave the baby age quickly!
So much more to say, but I am going to follow the advice of my A-Level English teacher, Mr Bennett. When you don't know where to start just say SOMETHING. You can always add to it or change it later, but just get something down first. So here it is. Wonder what comes next...
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