Summer’s over… don’t I wish? Hereabouts we’re still in our summer hibernation. This is our last week of summer “break” and while some of the kids attended the “Totus Tuus” religious education event at Church this week, I took advantage of the free time to firm up the lesson plans for the first quarter of school that begins Monday. Oh yes, Monday. I am determined that no matter how flexible homeschooling is, barring any unforeseen colds/croups/coughs/epidemics, I will not be teaching after December 14th until January 5th. So we start early, as besides, no one really wants to be outside right now, anyway. 🙂
She’s the unsung beauty of the family, sandwiched between two dynamic redheads. Hers is the only straight hair of the female side of the family, and she’s not helped it much by intermittently chopping parts of it off in the last two years. 😉 She begins her day with a burst and a sparkle and sets off zooming through the rest of it. If she doesn’t often grace the “pretty” part of this page, it’s because she doesn’t often hold still enough to want her picture taken. She is, and always will be, our Sunshine.
After much reluctance, not the least part of which being Trooper’s negative experience with a much different medication, we agreed to try an ADHD medicine for our impulsive little ball of Sunshine. I confess that the day before her developmental pediatrician appointment, I had been chasing her around the parish hall during Mass–in heels, no less–which made me just that much more receptive to the idea. 😉 The good news is that it has already made a huge difference in her life this past month. She sits down to write and draw, which I was barely able to get her to do before. She plays dolls with Miss M and sits to “read” books. It’s just been amazing for her and we have all enjoyed watching this blossom of ours branch out just that much more. On the downside, it’s affecting her sleep habits. Oy vey. Please pray we can help her get that all worked out.
Haus Meister was recently way out West on business and while there, had the chance to go hiking on Mt. Hood.
If I wasn’t already planning on going there with him someday, the pictures he got of nighttime at Mt. Timberline Lodge absolutely sold me. It does not do much justice to the area, he told me. The glowing lights on the mountainside are the machines out grooming the ski area for the next day. Yes, there is snow.
Someday I will see those stars myself, and with him. It’s going on the 20yr plan. Like England. And sleeping without toddlers in the bed.
Going back a ways, on the 4th of July we were thrilled to host a number of family members, including my parents, my sister and her family, and Haus Meister’s youngest sister. We did crazy things like have a Sisters’ Morning Out where we amused a Dunkin Donuts employee by my trying to relay three orders at the drive-thru, went thrift store shopping (I got a new leatherish purse for $2!) and then of course went to the grocery store because I almost never go out without getting a gallon of milk. In Americana news, most of the assembled family went to a baseball game intown the night before (I stayed home and after the littles were in bed, watched the last part of Gettysburg with my parents, a pleasure I hadn’t had in a long time. It’s funny how often we quote that movie in entirely unrelated circumstances).
On Independence Day proper, we attended a cannon firing done by park rangers and volunteers at a nearby Civil War battlefield. It was incredible.
In the department of “Then and Now…”
Grandpa’s little Sweetie, our Posey Pie… who (sniff) looks so small here.
Bossing him around (I was just a second too late to get a repeat–she still puts those fingers in her mouth).
Miss M doesn’t like the fireworks.
Miss M doesn’t like the cannon.
(Oh my, she’s in the same dress, and I have the same expression on my face!)
The baby of the family is GETTING INTO THINGS.
For reasons unexplained, Posey took the tea pitcher out and left it on the floor. Littlest then decided it was the perfect place to go fishing with a pinecone.
Because every house has pinecones tied to string just lying around, right?
And if that wasn’t bad enough…
Mercy me, she’s climbing. She got up there all by herself, and wasn’t she proud. I should have known this phase was coming–she’ll be 15mos on Sunday–but it still took me by surprise. Littlest now even has a special cry for the times when “Oh help, I’ve gotten myself up here and have no idea how to get myself back down.”