Maybe I'll start blogging again. Cause you know, with five kids now (yeppers, Jude's no longer the baby, that role is now being played by Damien), I've got more time than I know what to do with.
On the other hand, I'm thinking that as much as I adore telling funny kid stories to our family and friends, it's probably a whole lot easier for me to write everything down, and they can decide if they want to be amused by the kids' antics or not. I think my darlings are cute and amusing...but then again, I'm their mama, I'm supposed to think that.
I think by way of 'What we've been doing," we'll just leave it as "Since I've last blogged, all heck has broken loose, we've given up on getting it under control and are just going with it, and eventually it'll calm down...when we die."
Kiddos in five sentences or less (per kid! cut me some slack here...)
Luke is starting 7th grade next month, is still skating, and still likes us. But he's only 12, so that'll change soon enough. He's pretty darn smart, but don't just take his mama's word for it -- he's in the Advanced Math program at school (skipped 6th grade Math and hopped up to the equivalent of 7th, so this year will be "8th grade" Math) and was accepted into the National Junior Honor Society. He also won 2nd place in his division (Middle School Chemistry) at the local County-College sponsored Science Fair. He's a good big brother who loves his sibs but not the laundry they create.
Matthew is entering 4th grade...the last year for him at Newfield campus. When did my baby grow up?? *sob* He's ice skating, too. His big interests are video games and Pokemon/anime; a trip to Disney and the Japan Pavillion in Epcot was sort of like dying and going to heaven. Surprisingly, he's almost become my "quiet one."
Celia is...Celia. Not one to let a tubey slow her down, she's starting first grade this year. We survived Pre-K and Kindergarten (or perhaps more likely they survived her). Yep, she's a figure skater too (sense a pattern?) and has no fear. Good for her, bad for mom watching from the stands. We call her "Miss Thang" for a reason.
Jude is making leaps and bounds. His speech still is terrible, but his vocabulary is exploding -- muchas gracias to Miss Ellen and a year of speech therapy. He's happy to be a big brother, I think; at least he's not intentionally clobbering the baby, but just trying to hug him. He's now 3 years old, and I think Miss Ellen is right that "Threes are just twos with experience." He wants to skate like the others; Miss Denise took him out on the ice a few times and created a monster.
And to debut Damien to the blog world. He's our "early Santa gift" -- born on "Christmas Even In July." He does NOT skate...yet. Thankfully, he's a pretty good baby and just goes with the flow. Not like he has much choice.
And this is all of us. The plan is to try to update more than every couple of years. We'll see how this goes. You know what they say about making plans. Make them, and then sit back and watch God laugh. He's laughing pretty dang hard right now, methinks.
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