love my kids
love my house
love my san diego (and this amazing mild july this year)
love my dave
love my life
amazing how some days life seems to hard and then other days, like today, it just seems too good to be true.
from today:
I went through some clothes to put away things that are too small for lexey (4T) and then got out the bin of old size 5 clothes from Clare's K year to see what we had. Clare saw me unpacking her old stuff and went crazy! She picked everything up saying "that's mine" and started putting things on to show me how they still fit her just right (they didn't really fit). I was at first sort of frustrated with her but after thinking about how ridiculous she actually was and that it really wasn't worth fighting over. If she wants to wear clothes that are too tight, too short and uncomfortable, so be it! Anway, by the end of the day she brought the clothes back to me and said she would like to go shopping for clothes in her size so that she has a few things to wear that fit! Haha.
Lexey is so homesick for Dave. She keeps saying, "when is daddy coming home?" Clare is sort of the opposite. She is saying, "since Dad isn't here can I sleep in his bed?" Jo is generally accepting of his absence but is so THRILLED when she gets to see him "daddy home" "daddy home". Calvin probably prefers he isn't here because then there is nobody in the house who can actually follow through on disciplining him.
Calvin made chocolate chip cookies tonight. He ate a lot of cookie dough and never ate a cookie.
The kids all went swimming late in the evening. I sat on the deck and watched them swim and enjoyed a beautiful sunset as well. There was no fighting in the pool which was a nice change.
Jo pooped in the bath tub. She was SOOO upset. Poor cute little thing. Thank goodness it was the kid that I could just scoop out and put in the toilet. I showed Jo that it went in the toilet and she was fine with that. I love how 2 year olds are old enough to understand and can sometimes be consoled by reasoning with them. Yesterday she was hungry and could not be consoled by offering her food so don't get the idea that she isn't a "real" 2 year old! For 30 minutes she screamed and cried and then finally ate the food I gave her. No idea what the problem was.
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