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Literally Having Fun



 It's come to my attention that I may settle a little heavily on the negative when posting about our "adventures."  So I tried to think about something a little lighter to post about.  And a week went by.  And I've still got nothing.  "Light" is boring.  What's not boring is trying to do real life with four kids under the age of eight.  It's also exasperating, frustrating, humbling, and at times hilarious.  So I'll just give you what I've got. 

Sawyer has entered a pretty great stage.  We've navigated some really tough stuff with him, but we are starting to see glimpses of the other side.  He still beats to his own drum...actually, I think they are maracas, and I'm not sad about it.  

School has been really good for him this year.  He comes home with stories, fun facts, and new words every week.  Literally.  That's his newest new word.  He uses it for literally everything.   For example, Fischer asked me the other night after I had tucked him into bed if I would get him his "soft pillow."  I scolded him because it's something he should have done prior to climbing in bed.  He told me he didn't know where it was, and I told him I didn't know where it was either.  Then Sawyer piped up, "Mom.  It's literally where he left it....."  Uh.

"Son, that's literally not helpful, at all."

We are working on timing and context.  

If things with Sawyer are on the upswing, things with the twinados are definitely deep diving.  You can't have it all.  They have perfected demolition.  Unsupervised, they can tear down a room in less than five minutes.  I know because they regularly do it at nap time.  Naps are my current nemesis, but I refuse to give up the fight.  They are tired.  They will sleep.         

 

I used "nap" time to clean out the van last week.  I don't get to it very often.  It seems kind of pointless at this stage because it gets dirty so fast.  But, I learned a valuable lesson.  You should clean your vehicle from time to time because you never know what you might find.  For my effort, I was rewarded with a hardboiled egg.  It was crammed very discretely behind Sawyer's booster seat.  A. Hardboiled. Egg.  Luckily, it had only been a hand full of days since Easter and it hadn't reached full funk.  The van will recover.  Next time, I'm wearing gloves.  

See, there I go being negative again.  Kids are fun.  They make you feel old keep you young.  I'm not trying to be negative.  Really.  I'm just throwing out a bit of real life here, so all the other moms who find half eaten pancakes in their hallways know they are not alone. You are not alone. And we are having fun together.     

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