My oldest boy is 8. My only girl is almost 6. Eeek! Then my little middle man will be 4 in just a few weeks. The twins will be a year old in February. It's been a crazy year. Somehow we have done schooling off and on. There are weeks of moving forward with our curriculum and weeks of moving forward with life. And sometimes there are tears where I feel like we're all just falling backward. But those are the times where I have lost perspective.

Peacefully BuZzInG!
Misty

Snow Day

The Lone Adventurer

 Poor Babies

 Dr Mason

 Morgan the Naturalist

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Misty

Gingerbread Houses

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Misty

Song For a Fifth Child

Song For a Fifth Child
  by Ruth Hamilton. 1958

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
and out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
but I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
 The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

Peacefully BuZzInG!
Misty

 

Pottying with Twins

Six months old and sitting up tall! Morgan Noble and Mason Courage are growing so fast!!! Our potty learning road has gone a little differently with two babies. First day pottying together.

Peacefully BuZzInG!

Little Tears. Harold King of England is Dead.

Harold King of England died today. And for the first time my Little Man sat in tears. He asked to be excused from narrating his death. He has narrated death before, but Harold.... Harold was his hero more than Alfred and even Arthur. Maybe is was that Duke William had won. Maybe it was that ds really thought he would win, seeing it as good triumphing over evil. So my little man narrated before the death and after the death--the burial, but he would not narrate the death. We had to sit and snuggle for a bit and then take a popsicle break. My sweet love.

Peacefully BuZzInG!
Misty

Growing Pains

Sweet Cohen jumped from the couch Saturday evening. Poor darling. Just watching him land wrenched my stomach. The x-rays showed no broken bones, but he is unable to put weight on it so we're treating as a fracture for now. The first two days he relied mainly on others to transport him from place to place. He was either carried or pulled around in the wagon. As the pain has subsided he has tired of waiting for his slow-moving attendants and began to get around with a modified crab-walk. He goes all over the house and backyard. We try to help him, but he often adamantly refuses.

 His chariot of choice.

He doesn't seem to be suffering too badly although it definitely hurts when he tries to stand on it. Thankfully he tried twice and no more. He seems to only be upset when he can't keep up with the "Bigs".

We follow up with the doctor on Friday afternoon.

Peacefully BuZzInG!
Misty