Entry 21 ~ September 13, 2010
A September to Remember
I'm almost ashamed to admit this, because in the grand scheme of things, I would really love to be home with my children all day, every day. But every now and again a Monday morning rolls around, and I find myself sinking into my office chair with a sigh of relief that I'll be sitting in peace and quiet for the next eight hours without anyone pulling my hair, slobbering on me, pinching or pooping, or screaming in my ear.
There is one of those email forwards that goes around and it gives the reader a run-down of what life was like from the first baby to the third baby and the downward progression a mom takes with respect to time and patience. I thought it was really funny, so I included just a snippet:
1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.
2nd baby: You spend a bit of every day watching to be sure your older child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.
3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.
Personally, I spend a great deal of time assuring Treyton that he really will survive his infancy. Far too often I find him at the grubby and fascinated hands of the twins, who never miss an opportunity to touch, squeeze, or step on the boy. Treyton is a good natured baby and doesn't seem to mind most of his sisters' antics. He actually regards them with equal amounts of triumph and fear, since neither have made him bleed. Yet.
Kristin returned to school and has a difficult time adjusting to the new routine and to the pressure of Division II field hockey. I mistakenly reported in my last post that she was moving from DI to DII, but the move was actually DIII to DII. She's been lifting weights and running, and modifying her stick skills, while getting accustomed to a new school, with a new roommate, dorm, etc. As soon as she started classes, she asked if she could transfer again or come home. What a quandary for all of us. It's been hard on her, more so than her freshman year, and Ernie and I hope she settles in before too long.
Kassie drove to school on her first day of school as a senior. Her goal this year is not to take the bus - ever. Ernie and I attended open house with Treyton in tow and met all of her teachers. Her schedule appears to be difficult but manageable. It's hard to believe our little girl will be graduating from high school in a few months! We are also gearing up for the start of field hockey season this week. As senior captain, I volunteered us to hold the first psyche party of the season - 25+ energetic, chatty and very hungry girls will converge on the house, croon over the little ones, and infiltrate every nook and cranny of the house. When I announce "dinner is ready," I'll watch a very orderly, yet swiftly moving cluster of girls swarm the dining room. Before I know it, the trash will be packed with paper plates and the girls will be gone. It's worse than Thanksgiving.
Kassie and I spent Friday night bonding over raw hamburger, as we rolled more than 100 meatballs. I spent all day Sunday cooking three different types of pasta, cleaning out the fridge, and prepping the house to have this large amount of guests. I gave Ernie a to-do list, and he was hard at work all afternoon as well. As of right now, we are almost ready, and Brody is very excited for "his" party!
The week before Brody started Kindergarten, Brody lost his first tooth. Then he started Kindergarten. That was a double-whammy! I took the day off to see him off, and we spent a l-o-n-g morning in excited anticipation, waiting for the bus. When the yellow monster finally came barreling up the street, I expected my baby boy to cling to me, crying and carrying on, begging me not to put him on that bus. As soon as the doors opened, he bounded up the stairs and didn't look back until he was seated, and ecstatically waved good-bye. The twins were puzzled by the whole matter, this enormous vehicle that swallowed their brother and took him away for the afternoon. The next morning when the bus barreled up the street again, they expected to get in that yellow contraption too - and were none too happy when Daddy pulled them away. Not for a couple more years, ladies!