All The Highlights

Here are my children pretending to be evacuees waiting at the train station.  Morgan says to Rowan, "You're supposed to look SAD!"  I have to admit, Rowan does a very good sad face on demand.  I try not to laugh, and snap a photo.  They discuss what it would be like to leave home and stay with someone you didn't know, what it would be like to see the countryside for the first time.  It turns into a game of Narnia, which is their initial source of information about what it would have been like.


Talia finds pens and/or paint no matter how cunningly hidden.


They do love each other.  They really do.  In that sibling way that means that Talia was screeching at her just before I took this picture of Jenna being hugged as hard as those baby arms can hug.


Super-daddy had to carry two on the way back from the library.  The sleeping baby woke up in a panic and fought me when I tried to take over carrying her!


Park fun.


Big diggers.


Lemonade even though the park was SO cold!


Gradient super skein on the swift.


Chocolate covered granola.  Don't shoot the messenger, mmkay?


Fort building happens.  I hate to add weight to the stereotype, but this is *such* a girly fort.


We have seen a lot of our schooling friends this half term.  It's such a pleasure to have company every single day and for the girls to not feel quite so bereft when everyone goes home.


I'm trying, I'm really trying, to do nice things with my Jenna in particular and NOT feel like most of my interactions with her are me snapping at her and/or her being rude to me.  Shared yarn dyeing kind of worked, for a while.


At the end of this week, I'm feeling so very flat.  I've been feeling pretty low all week.  I mean, it looks like a good week, right?  The truth is, it's been hard work, and I feel like I've spent all week barely treading water. We've eaten a heck of a lot of toast.  My to do list is growing, and the only things that are getting ticked off are the things I add because I already did them and I crave the feeling that something is getting done.

Logic tries to tell me that three out of the four little ones are just in hard-work stages.  I won't have eight year old drama and cross little not-a-toddler-any-more and pre-talking frustration at the same time for very long - at the least one will start to sleep again and one will get her back teeth soon.  Logic tries to persuade me that it's the time of year.  The sun will return, and I will return with it.

Logic can get stuffed right now while I have a little pity party.  And some more granola.  And a hug with my big girl while I read her some more Harry Potter and feel, just for a moment, like the whole world isn't broken just because I haven't slept for more than two hours all week.