I can't even read about Fall without tearing up this year. It's ridiculous. I see it on people's blogs - and cry. I had to delete my facebook account because I feel so jealous of people with seasons. Feeling like my life is less because I never need to wear a jacket.Weird? Probably.
I guess my body has a time limit of life without weather change. Apparently, four years of no change is enough. But since I can't move from this place any time soon, I have tried to convince myself that many people would prefer to live in Summer year round. Too bad I'm not one of them.
I started a preschool a few weeks ago. Mainly because I wanted one for Giddie. But admittedly it's been pretty fun. Okay, I guess this is only week two. We'll see how week 22 is. But it's much easier knowing that if nothing else, I get to spend time with Gid every day. Teaching him what I want him to learn. I have nine little ones and we have a great time.
Gid is growing up before my eyes. As each of my children are. Gid is a very big three and half year old. Sometimes I pick him up and hold him close to me - just because I can. I can't do that with Sam anymore (not that I don't try!). I realize Gid is my last to cuddle and snuggle with. Speaking of snuggle; he's still at it with his 'snuggle'. But now instead of sticking his thumb in his mouth just when he see's the cat, or a piece of my old garments - now when I touch my cheek to his, or he sits next to me and feels my arm - his thumb goes directly in. Last week I was helping him color and put my face next to his. Crayon down - thumb in. I love him.
I can't remember if I ever wrote that I named him Gluey. Yep - gluey. Because he is so totally glued to ME!
Speaking of him being gluey - you should have seen him the first day of preschool. He cried and cried. What? You ask - I thought you said he was at school with you?! Yep. He cried. "I'm afraid of preschool" he said. I think he must have heard a rumor (from all his three year old friends???) that you're supposed to cry on the first day of school. Silly boy.
In other news of having to leave him now and then; Peter, Sam and I are getting our Scuba Certification! This has been really fun. And super crazy. The timing has been rotten, but we're almost finished and will be glad to get it before we go to Thailand next month. I bought the preschool from a lady who has had it for the last 13 years, and it's been on our camp for more than 30 years. So when I got home the end of August - ZOINKS! My living room was full of 30 years of preschool! It took me two full weeks to sort, throw out, and store all of it. Then school started. This along with scouts and scuba - sheesh! Too much, I tell you.
In the midst of all this, Solomon started Kindergarten. He loves it! His best friend Mitchell is in his class, and we love his teacher; Mr. Vasquez. On the third day of school, he looked tired and had a bit of a cold. So I let him stay home for a day and half. With this icky cold, he got a little rash around his mouth. I let him go to school with a couple spots around his mouth on the fifth day of school. In total he had 15 small spots, no fever and said he felt fine - so I let him go to school the next week. The nurse called me in and said she thought he should maybe go home as he had a cold and a rash. Okay.
Next day, I figured maybe I would take him to the clinic. His cold wasn't any better and I couldn't figure out this rash. I walked into the doctor and he looks right at Sol and says, "Hey. Did you just have the chicken pox?!" Um. Did he? I don't know. Well. Yes, in fact it turns out he did have them.(by this time they were scabbed over and he was fine) He has been totally vaccinated (twice) - and still got them. I felt better knowing that not even the school nurse didn't know what it was. Oops. Poor guy. They were all really small, except one big one on the the inside of his nose. Sad.
Anyway. Things keep moving along around here. We have a new couple, a new single lady, and a family of five here in our Branch. Very exciting. We now fill up all the family room and into the kitchen in the little house we meet in. Good news around here.
Well. If you get to read this and have the need to reach for a sweater, or put on some slippers. Enjoy yourself and think of me. Roasting. And sweating....
I guess my body has a time limit of life without weather change. Apparently, four years of no change is enough. But since I can't move from this place any time soon, I have tried to convince myself that many people would prefer to live in Summer year round. Too bad I'm not one of them.
I started a preschool a few weeks ago. Mainly because I wanted one for Giddie. But admittedly it's been pretty fun. Okay, I guess this is only week two. We'll see how week 22 is. But it's much easier knowing that if nothing else, I get to spend time with Gid every day. Teaching him what I want him to learn. I have nine little ones and we have a great time.
Gid is growing up before my eyes. As each of my children are. Gid is a very big three and half year old. Sometimes I pick him up and hold him close to me - just because I can. I can't do that with Sam anymore (not that I don't try!). I realize Gid is my last to cuddle and snuggle with. Speaking of snuggle; he's still at it with his 'snuggle'. But now instead of sticking his thumb in his mouth just when he see's the cat, or a piece of my old garments - now when I touch my cheek to his, or he sits next to me and feels my arm - his thumb goes directly in. Last week I was helping him color and put my face next to his. Crayon down - thumb in. I love him.
I can't remember if I ever wrote that I named him Gluey. Yep - gluey. Because he is so totally glued to ME!
Speaking of him being gluey - you should have seen him the first day of preschool. He cried and cried. What? You ask - I thought you said he was at school with you?! Yep. He cried. "I'm afraid of preschool" he said. I think he must have heard a rumor (from all his three year old friends???) that you're supposed to cry on the first day of school. Silly boy.
In other news of having to leave him now and then; Peter, Sam and I are getting our Scuba Certification! This has been really fun. And super crazy. The timing has been rotten, but we're almost finished and will be glad to get it before we go to Thailand next month. I bought the preschool from a lady who has had it for the last 13 years, and it's been on our camp for more than 30 years. So when I got home the end of August - ZOINKS! My living room was full of 30 years of preschool! It took me two full weeks to sort, throw out, and store all of it. Then school started. This along with scouts and scuba - sheesh! Too much, I tell you.
In the midst of all this, Solomon started Kindergarten. He loves it! His best friend Mitchell is in his class, and we love his teacher; Mr. Vasquez. On the third day of school, he looked tired and had a bit of a cold. So I let him stay home for a day and half. With this icky cold, he got a little rash around his mouth. I let him go to school with a couple spots around his mouth on the fifth day of school. In total he had 15 small spots, no fever and said he felt fine - so I let him go to school the next week. The nurse called me in and said she thought he should maybe go home as he had a cold and a rash. Okay.
Next day, I figured maybe I would take him to the clinic. His cold wasn't any better and I couldn't figure out this rash. I walked into the doctor and he looks right at Sol and says, "Hey. Did you just have the chicken pox?!" Um. Did he? I don't know. Well. Yes, in fact it turns out he did have them.(by this time they were scabbed over and he was fine) He has been totally vaccinated (twice) - and still got them. I felt better knowing that not even the school nurse didn't know what it was. Oops. Poor guy. They were all really small, except one big one on the the inside of his nose. Sad.
Anyway. Things keep moving along around here. We have a new couple, a new single lady, and a family of five here in our Branch. Very exciting. We now fill up all the family room and into the kitchen in the little house we meet in. Good news around here.
Well. If you get to read this and have the need to reach for a sweater, or put on some slippers. Enjoy yourself and think of me. Roasting. And sweating....
3 comments:
I feel your pain about the lack of weather change. I mean, I know we get a little more than you but not much. And at least you are somewhere cool and get to travel. Well, I totally enjoy the updates... Keep them coming!
So great to see an update from you! I didn't get to see you much this summer. Hope you had a great time here. We had our sweet baby Ava 5 weeks ago and we are smitten with her:)
I had some delicious cocoa today. It was the perfect temperature for some! :) Move BACK!
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