Catch All

This has been my week of just being...or at least that's how I feel.  My semester has come to an end, yet I still have several papers to grade and grades to input.  I also have to sign the contract to teach next fall, which I have been putting off.  It's just so hard to leave my babies. 

Speaking of which, Laeah now cries when I enter my mom's house because she's afraid of being left.  She clings to my legs.  Her copying skills are outrageous, though--she was copying my sister yesterday when my sister blew her nose.  Not the best thing to copy, but cute none the less.  She says "trash" in the cutest voice with gusto, and: shoes, brush, cheese, book, ball, hi, hush, sister (and all her sisters' names), and then she just lets things slip out to make me turn my head and ask, "Did I just hear what I think I heard?"

Her little sister is determined to sit up.  She hates tummy time and still refuses to roll over, but she looks like she's doing constant sit-ups.  She hates being in the room by herself and wants touched/held by me constantly, which can be quite frustrating.  Yet, I usually give in because I know this stage only lasts for so long. I bought a baby carrier through a co-op, but it hasn't arrived yet.  I also bought two diapers months ago, which still haven't arrived and frankly, I'm getting frustrated with that buy.  It seems people are becoming short with each other on it, and I don't need that in my life.  I mostly stay on facebook so I can see pictures and keep up with other people, and to buy/sell in these groups.  I'm starting to re-think the groups, though, which is sad. 

In other news, Lovely did archery today with her daddy (who teaches it).  She was timid at first, but she began really getting into it, and honestly, she's better than I am with a recurve bow.  I told her she should practice more and see if there are any competitions in the future! 

Now, I'm off to bed.  Summer is at hand, and I feel I need to make a list of all the ways to enjoy it.  We finally had to replace the water heater--all because we found a leak, which led to wood popping up off the floor--so that's checked off our to-do list.  At least I had learned to take shorter showers with the other water heater :P

Dear Snugglebug

Dear Snugglebug,
You are now a bright and shining eight year old with a gleam in your eye, unicorns and fairy dust under your feet, and a world of imagination no adult could comprehend.  Your hair is always a mess (no matter how often we spray/brush it) and there is always dirt under your fingernails.  Stains litter your clothes like you are wearing a permanent napkin.  And yet, you are always smiling (unless your sister is bothering you or you are bothering your sister--you know which one I'm talking about!).  I often slap my forehead in disbelief of what comes out of your mouth and what you think of next.  Your mind is complicated, as evidenced by the plot of your current Young Authors' story, that involves the intrigues of magic, burglary, abduction, and the list goes on.  Your handwriting is very nice when you want it to be, just like you know the answers to questions when you want to know them.  Although frustrating, I admire how you miss most words on the spelling pretest and yet you get most of them correct when you take another test at home later that day (psst...I think you just don't want challenge words so you purposely get things wrong!). I don't understand how you can hate ice cream now, but to each their own.  I just know that I love you, and you will forever be my baby.