Sunday, December 27, 2015
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Claire had school up until the 23. Those poor teachers. Luckily they had fun, wacky things all week. Monday was jersey day (which we did not participate in because we don't own any jerseys--except for the Ecuadorean selccion obviously), Tuesday was twin day
And Wednesday was crazy hair day.
Millie has crazy hair everyday but I decided that we may as well not document.
Posted by Sallee at 8:21 AM
Thursday, December 17, 2015
On Tuesday Claire's teacher called to tell us that she thought Claire was ready to start bringing home books to read. Yesterday Claire's little backpack was stuffed full of books for her to read to me at home. We waited until a little late to start homework, so while the Hubs bathed the little kids she read to me. She breezed through 4 of the easiest level books and we worked through 4 of the slightly harder ones before I hurried her off to bed.
She wanted to have all of her books with her in bed so she could practice again. She prayed that she would get better at reading. As I walked away after giving her a kiss I heard her whisper to herself, "I can read! I can read!"
The most magical time of the year indeed.
And if you think that I haven't been weepy all day just thinking about it, you are wrong. I've also been weepy thinking about all the little girls just like Claire who don't get to get to go to school because they are girls.
Malala, take all my money
Posted by Sallee at 3:15 PM
Monday, December 14, 2015
By the time she was 3, Claire was doing all kinds of crafts. She was painting regularly and playing educational games. That's because I was more in control of my life.
Noah* has just starte painting with great passion. When he made this one He told me he was working on one to put on the fridge.
*before you feel too bad for Noah, know that he gets chased around the house by the tickle monster WAY more than Claire ever did.
Posted by Sallee at 9:36 AM
Last week one of the kids told Claire she looked funny in the hoodie she was wearing. It was devistating. She is suddenly very concerned about what to wear.
Claire's worry about fashion seems to coincide exactly with Millie being worried about the same thing.
At least once a day she brings me her snow pants and she wears them until she is just too sweaty to keep going. No one ever said fashion was easy.
Posted by Sallee at 9:31 AM
For those of you with smaller kids I will just tell you that Kindergartners are the greatest. This girl has suddenly become an Uno champion,
And last night she read me a book. It was magic
*just to be totally honest I will tell you that kindergarten has hard parts too, like how my kindergartner is still pretty tired when she gets home from school so the hours before dinner are kind of witching and the fact that she is suddenly very consolidate of what she wears. But overall? It's awesome.
Posted by Sallee at 9:29 AM
Friday, December 11, 2015
This week we met up with one of my friends from single life for a trip to the New York botanical garden. Between us we had three kids, three and under. I'm not sure we spoke one coherent sentence to each other.
You'll note I didn't get even 1 picture with all 3 kids looking at the camera.
And yet, I'd totally do it again.
We all had a stomach bug this week. So not much happened.
Just some of this
I've been staving off the bug by making sure any organism to enter my stomach is immediately drown in toxic Diet Coke. (That's the center consol of the car)
And Millie. Well, Millie's just been being Millie
Posted by Sallee at 8:06 AM
Monday, December 7, 2015
Last night Noah was up with a stomach bug (that's a nice way of saying puking all over everything).
He could not be more thrilled about the situation. He gets to sip juice and watch movies all day. Best. Day. Ever.
We went downstairs to play for a few minutes. When he was done playing he asked to watch a movie because "being sick is exhausting"
Posted by Sallee at 9:41 AM
Two or three times a week Noah wakes up around 5 and heads to finish up sleeping in our bed. The Hubbs wakes up at 5:30 so I'm always quick to let Noah in, in hopes that he will be deeply asleep before the alarm goes off.
A few days ago I looked across the bed when I was waking up (long after the Hubbs had left) and this was the scene.
Loving Noah means that you find Hotwheels cars in your purse, your pockets and, even your bed.
Posted by Sallee at 9:25 AM