So, things in our world are just rollicking. The boys are 14m, Mo turns 5 next week, Lucy is nearly seven and Claire is juuuuuust about 3.. She's having a Dora party. No, really, just ask her. Please ask her. If you ask, maybe she'll stop talking to me.
Just a couple of weeks ago, Andrew and I celebrated our 8th anniversary! What a blessing I have in that amazing man. What's amazing is the number of forms our relationship takes as we do this thing together, and how it always stays the same. He is such an amazing leader to our family, and it seems like he becomes more confident and attuned to our needs as the years go on. Andrew continues to embrace our faith and is doing an amazing job communicating that to his children, namely, by loving their mother. Being married to him is something I take so much pride in. He's just one of those people who continues to surprise, never seems to miss an opportunity and really has life by the tail. Marriage seems to be one of those things that gets more amazing by the day, and for us, 8 years feels like 8 minutes some days.
For our anniversary, Andrew surprised me with dinner and a painting class, which was super fun. It was something I really didn't see coming, and I loved that little surprise. We had a great time and ended our evening with a late movie. And of course, he brought me some beautiful flowers! The girls just love it when he brings me flowers, so they were a major point of interest for almost two weeks.
Lucy is doing great in school, and has been on a bit of a downhill slope this winter, what with weather being what it is and her teach breaking her arm. She's in substitute heaven, loving the fact that she has no homework and all the recess. I'm hoping things will pick up a bit in the spring and she'll get back to some real work. It feels like this is happening all over the country right now, with the number of snow days everyone is having.
Molly is chugging along, her usual sunny self. She's starting to read, which is super exciting for all of us. Lucy is tickled to death every time she sounds out a word! We're starting off with the Bob books and will move into an actual curriculum once we finish those.
I wish I had more to say about Claire, but if I get started on that, I'll never stop talking. Claire is a sassy little thing, and she seems to come up with more craziness every day. She never stops talking, and almost everything she says is hilarious. She prefers to eat nothing but peanut butter and strawberries, and is still completely attached to her Blankie. Poor Blankie gets a lot of abuse around here.
The boys are doing great, growing like CRAZY. At their last appointment they were both 24.876 lbs, and the nurse was a little shocked that they're so in sync. We weren't, of course. These boys are truly like two sides of the same coin! Max is our fun-loving party animal, and Miles is the cuddly thinker, which is really odd, because they seemed like complete opposites in the womb. It makes me wonder if Baby A turned out to be Miles after all. We haven't mixed them up since birth, but I'm thinking that Baby B must have been pulled first and named Max, so the baby we were calling Miles in the womb is actually Max now. It's the only answer.
Stone is fine, if you were wondering. He does very little but provide love and bark at the front door. He usually goes out at 11am (for the first time that day) and is back into his cozy bed within 15 minutes. He does all his eating in the afternoon, preferring to snack until dinner. He gets very little exercise, but may run around the yard once every couple days. In short, it's a good life when you're a Great Dane in a family with five kids. He's endlessly patient and lets the kids climb all over him and pull and him, but they really don't notice him much, as he's mainly a lump in the corner of the living room.
I am doing okay, aside from being the super-busy mama of five small kids. Things just chug along around here, and as long as we have food in the fridge and clean laundry, it all seems to work itself out. Health-wise, things are rocky, but nothing that'll kill me today. I'm on a big dose of prednisone right now for my Crohn's disease, and I've gotta say, it's sure nice being a stay-at-home mom if I have all these things to deal with. The big of each kid has brought a different piece of the Crohn's puzzle, and it seems like every post-partum period introduces a symptom I hadn't experienced before. I have more appointments scheduled for next week and expect to be starting some heavy-hitting biologic drugs this spring. As I've gone 20 years without a remission, it's important that I get this under control. I am so blessed to have a husband who is so caring and empathetic, and if I'd ever wondered why we've been blessed with such quiet, happy children, there is no doubt in my mind now!
We have a very quiet weekend planned around here. No plans, maybe a hike this afternoon...I think we're going to take a little family trip to walmart for car maintenance supplies and try to get a few things done on Andrew's trusty steed, as well. I believe we're out of bananas, and anyone who knows this family knows that a day without bananas is like a day without sunshine when you have five small children!
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