I don't know what it is about being hot, sticky and exhausted that makes composing a sentence so difficult. Oh, right. I'm hot, sticky and exhausted. This summer, as summers are wont to be, is full of the busy. It's also going much too fast, but then, life does that.
Kelly is leaving us in just two short weeks. We will miss her. It's been a great experience, if sometimes trying. We hope she will come back next year. KELLY! COME BACK NEXT YEAR! We love Kelly. Even if she does keep the pretty pretty room I made for her in a sad sad state.
Casey is officially a kid. No more the baby, he says the letter 'L' correctly and breaks my heart a little bit with every utterance of the words 'lizard' and 'love'. He turns five in November. I just can't handle that number. Five.
Jonathan still loves to chatter. He can say his 'L's, but graciously chooses not to. Thank you, Jonathan. He has an artists soul and would make playdoh creatures night and day if I let him. Which, okay, sometimes I do.
Stephen is also a motor mouth. He's speaking in sentences now and constantly reminds me that even though he's a little guy, he knows full well what he wants, when he wants and how he wants. Fortunately, he's still a ways off from the letter 'L'.
Wesley finishes his engineering degree at the beginning of August. It's a little bit unbelievable to think that we were childless when he started the back-to-school adventure. It's even crazier to think that it's only been four and a half years. And that he also maintained a full time business. That's a whole lot of juggling. Good job, Wesley. Good job.
And, me? I'm getting rounder.
Kelly is leaving us in just two short weeks. We will miss her. It's been a great experience, if sometimes trying. We hope she will come back next year. KELLY! COME BACK NEXT YEAR! We love Kelly. Even if she does keep the pretty pretty room I made for her in a sad sad state.
Casey is officially a kid. No more the baby, he says the letter 'L' correctly and breaks my heart a little bit with every utterance of the words 'lizard' and 'love'. He turns five in November. I just can't handle that number. Five.
Jonathan still loves to chatter. He can say his 'L's, but graciously chooses not to. Thank you, Jonathan. He has an artists soul and would make playdoh creatures night and day if I let him. Which, okay, sometimes I do.
Stephen is also a motor mouth. He's speaking in sentences now and constantly reminds me that even though he's a little guy, he knows full well what he wants, when he wants and how he wants. Fortunately, he's still a ways off from the letter 'L'.
Wesley finishes his engineering degree at the beginning of August. It's a little bit unbelievable to think that we were childless when he started the back-to-school adventure. It's even crazier to think that it's only been four and a half years. And that he also maintained a full time business. That's a whole lot of juggling. Good job, Wesley. Good job.
And, me? I'm getting rounder.
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We used to call bandaids boo boo stickers when the boys were little and nowadays if I use that term they will say, "They're called BANDAIDS!". I miss the baby talk!
And add me to the list of people who love that picture in Kelly's room--where did you find it?!
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