Summer Life

micah moving on to 1st grade. he's adorable.

I remember the days when I was not awake at 6 a.m. I am not a morning person yet I wish I were. Having children...parents of young children should be morning people. Actually, parents should be morning, night, middle of the night, and day people. Too bad I'm really good at night:)

The older two boys woke-up at 6 a.m. this morning even though they went to bed at 8:45 last night. They were so excited to watch the military channel. This morning's show was on WWI. Even though we taped it, they could not wait to watch it.

We have a huge day today. Lucas is in his last day of Cub Scout camp and the rest of us need to be there for the closing campfire at 2. Which would not be so bad, except for the fact that: Micah will be highly emotional because of lack of sleep; Grace will want to be sleeping in her crib, but will get a catnap in her car seat (life of the fourth child...no schedule); and David will be active as all get out and probably running in circles once we get there (he's that kind of guy). I will be watching in a quiet state of calm (which everyone thinks I am) and on the inside my brain will be spinning and hoping the next hour will fly by with no one getting hurt. Yes, I'm that type of mother. Actually, I don't know what type of mother I am. Sleep Deprived is where I am now. Never been so tired in my life. I don't sit much...sleep much...or exercise much. I need to change my ways. Life is busy and children are busy as we all know.

We are having a fun summer so far. The boys are very good and I have say they are not even driving me nuts. Usually, I say that about a zillion times a day "You're driving me nuts." I know I probably shouldn't say that to them. At least I usually say it with a smile - or not :). But so far this summer we all are pretty relaxed. Enjoying the long days swimming, playing at the parks, riding bikes, scooters, and playing basketball. The boys are in a summer basketball league. Practices are Thursday nights. Luke's is at 5 p.m. and Micah is at 6 p.m. Micah has an 8 a.m. game tomorrow. Fun times. Thankfully at practice there is a park right next to the gym so I hang out there with David and Grace.

she has the yummiest cheeks.

Grace is rolling over and over and over. She loves to eat solids and her bottle. I'm not nursing anymore except once in the middle of the night. My milk basically dried up and she prefers the bottle. That's cool and I am so happy not to be breastfeeding anymore. It's not my favorite thing and I am just happy to get my body back again. Well, the body I'm in currently. I am a little softer than I'd like to be. Gaining 15 pounds since having Grace plus already needing to lose at least 10 before that I'm in need of shedding about 25 pounds. I haven't tried though. I just keep eating my drug of choice "Toll House" cookies or "Pillsbury" cookies. So good and I feel so much better after I eat 'em:) haha. I do actually. I know I should replace the cookies with exercise and I know at some point I will. I think that is why I'm not so worried about it or aggressive about it. I'll lose it as some point.


Can you tell this post is dry and not fun to read? As I write this my voice is very dry almost boring. Whatever. That's how I feel. With a little crazy at moments during the day. Not bad crazy but fun crazy. I rode a scooter last weekend down the alley in the back of our house. Trying to feel young again. I was riding in circles while I was talking to my neighbor. We were just chatting and all of a sudden I hit a little rock. With no warning at all my handle bars go side ways and I go flying over them landing on my hands and my right thigh landing on the pole of the scooter. My neighbor, who is my favorite neighbor here, was trying not to laugh so hard. And I was trying not to cry so I started laughing and then she started to laugh. I thought she was going to pee her pants, heck I thought I was going to pee my pants from laughing so hard. It had to be hilarious to watch a grown woman go flying in the air. My first thoughts were "i hope nothing is broken. i hope there is no permanent damage to my leg...like varicose veins." I know I'm vain:) Only damage done is this huge bruise on my thigh in the shape of a pole. Nice. I did crash on the scooter about a month ago while riding it down a little hill at the park. It wasn't so bad because I crashed in the grass and didn't land on the scooter. I have to say that crash was kind of fun. I was riding so fast on the scooter and lost control of the steering so I headed right into the grass and went flying. I remember standing up and yelling "That was Awesome!" I even got a grass stain in my jeans. It was awesome and I felt young. Not so much this last time when I crashed. Live and learn they say. Now I just watch out for rocks.

my ugly leg. it is beautiful in a swim suit. :)

Any who or any way or any how. life is going and going and going. we are busy and busy. but happy and happy. we are enjoying the summer and the no schedules. it is nice. now if only i could get Grace to sleep in I'd have it made. smile.