At some point during the deep quiet of
we are joined in our bed by a third party
who wiggles her way to comfort
between the two of us
tossing and turning
stretching out horizontally in a
bed made for two
digging her feet into our ribs in a
sleep dazed frustration that seeks to
find foot space
I turn her gently
and she is sucked magnetically into
pulling my arm over her in a gentle
burying her head in the space under
her bright soft curls against my face
Her breathing evens and slows
and I lay quietly on the 1/6th of the
bed that remains my my own
And wait for sleep to reclaim me
(can you see the doll tucked into bed on our floor?)
So, the little people are back at school as of August 25.
Gabe's fifth-grade homeroom class.
At their school, middle school starts in fifth grade, so he starts out in homeroom and then switches classes throughout the day. He also has the quintessential locker. :)
Israel's third grade class, with Ms. Miller.
Zion's first grade class, with Mrs. Isaacs.
The cat tail. It makes me happy.
"Does that mean you like Mom more than you like me??" he gently teased her.
"No." another prompt response. "I like you more than I like Mom." This evoked hearty mirth from both parentals. Goober girl.
And while we're throwing in pictures of cute people...
Oh. my. word.
Here's that cute person sitting by the front door combing her stuffed kitty.
Israel broke his right arm during the first week of school. He was "racing his bike with Zion and I had just reached top speed and I looked up and the minivan was right in front of me and I didn't have time to turn." He put his arm out to stop, and that was the arm that was broken. He cried and cried and didn't stop crying, and although he could move his arm at first, it quickly was too painful to move much at all, so I made a sling out of a scarf and we went quickly to the ER, where they xrayed it and found it to be broken.
They applied a big, bulky, temporary splint that has since been changed out with a softer, smaller black wrist brace.
He has had very little pain after the first two days.
Here's the dent in the back of the van. It makes me very glad that his head was ok and he just had a broken arm!!
A recent Portrait of the Mother, as illustrated by Layla. I think it's quite a good likeness,
soft boiled eggs
This made me laugh, which everything after 12 AM does anyways. :D