How about I catch us all up right quick before life gets away from me?
Finn has insisted on participating in copy work time with us. I give him a crayon, some paper, and a snack (because any and all events should include food, he says) and he happily sits with us for the first element of school. Start ’em young, I guess…
My friend Annie Downs wrote a new book. I can vainly admit to you that I make a cameo, but more importantly, her book Speak Love is changing the way we teach our kids to use their words. Highly recommend it.
We’ve decided to just name the pantry “Finn’s office.” He has learned to go in it and demand his own food. He hides stuff in there to save for later snacks. And he has no problem just plopping down to finish a wayward sandwich he pilfered from who knows where.
I mentioned we set up a little dance studio in our basement. The mirrors were delivered last week AND I found a bunch of leotards and ballet skirts at a consignment sale. My girls have pretty much lived in the basement since Friday, choreographing their own dances. It makes my heart sing.
We studied the San Francisco earthquake today, so Adam and Ellen each picked something to build a house out of and then we subjected it to an earthquake to see if it survived. Ellen’s marshmallow house didn’t hold up so well. Not that it mattered since she thought I would let her eat it when our experiment was over. Alas, I insisted they only got one marshmallow each. The rest went back in the bag where I hope we will remember they’ve all been touched and we won’t pull those out to use for s’mores with company. Future guests, you’ve been warned.
Finn is a busy man. He’ll eat, but he must be doing other things while he eats. I’ve found that his lunch disappears faster and without angst if I just hand him a little toy to play with. One day, he drove his toy car through the jelly and licked it off the tires, over and over again. He was quiet for thirty full minutes put together.
We loaded up the gang and made our monthly run to Costco tonight. This is what the van looks like loaded with seven kids and four shopping carts worth of goods. The trip went fairly smoothly but by the time we’d done all the loading and the pushing and the buying and the crying at the cash register and the fitting it all into the van and then unloading it from the van into the basement even the littlest kids were totally exhausted.
They were in bed and completely asleep by 8:30.
And I won’t be far behind them.
Happy Monday, y’all.