Josh all of a sudden thinks he's 16. He's decided that he's no longer a child...he's a preteen. Well, the preteens in my house get treated like children. Because THEY ARE.
Adam got punched in the face at school a few weeks ago. His black eye is just about gone. I'm glad, because every time I saw my baby's bruised face, I got mad all over again. By the way, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person. He didn't deserve it.
Julianna loves to grab my hands and dance around the kitchen. The other day she declared, "Mommy, you're my dancer." To which I replied, "You're my dancer, too." And she is. Always has been. It took me three kids, but I finally got one who will dance with me.
I went to the Grease sing-a-long over the weekend with some of my favorite people. We sang. We danced. We laughed. And we all wished we were brave enough to dress like "Bad Sandy."
Our school auction was a big success. We made over $18,000 which is well over our goal of $12,000. Special thanks to all who supported our school at the auction and who do so throughout the year. I did my part, too. I spent $36.
At the beginning of the year, my afternoon class consisted of 4 of my kindergarten girls. Piece of cake. I actually felt a little guilty since it was going to be so easy. Well, I no longer feel guilty. Today I had 10 in my afternoon class. My 4 girls...and six 3 and 4 year old boys. At least they are all potty trained. Well, mostly.
I don't like the time change. The kids can't go to sleep when they should and therefore can't get up in the morning. It has thrown everybody into some kind of jet-lag like state. I'm sure it won't last long. Probably only 6 months or so...just in time for the next time change.