I won’t even go into everything we’ve had going on this week. Just know that I’ve been busy; any other explanation would make for a plain boring read. Oh, who am I kidding? This entry is going to be nothing but boring. I’m just too exhausted to keep you people entertained.
I’ve started to really like Mia’s hair. It’s cute in a retro Ally Sheedy St. Elmo’s Fire kind of way. I actually love it when I think of it like that. She’s so spunky; the haircut really suits her. We signed her up for T-ball instead of soccer, mainly because I missed the deadline for soccer sign-ups but also because she’s into baseball and we figured she should get a chance to try out both sports…but mostly because I missed the deadline for soccer sign-ups.
Cheyenne has survived almost all of her concerts and contests. We still have one or 2 more–I have to consult the calender. And she’s gotten so tall all of a sudden. I would say she’s almost an inch taller than me, and she wears a whole shoe size bigger, so I’m pretty sure that means she’s got a little bit more growing to do. It makes me so sad to look at pictures from when she was 5, or 8, or even just from a year ago. I can’t believe that in a mere 3 months she’ll be 13. I have to stop thinking about that or I really will get sick.
Merrick is sleeping good, once he’s asleep. He’s definitely not one of those kids that’ll go down easily. He fights sleep tooth and nail. I rock him, I walk him, I even try breastfeeding him, but none of that really works anymore so I have to just lay him down and walk away, and that is so. Hard. And you know how those baby-field guides say that babies don’t really cry that long–it’s only like 15 minutes tops if you actually time it? That’s a croc of shit. Merrick will stand screaming in his crib for half an hour or more (usually a lot more) before he passes out from sheer exhaustion.
Caleb hurt the hell out of his back. It happens at least once a year, usually after he’s been getting the garden ready for spring and using the tiller for hours and hours on end. The one week where I could have really used his help with all that the kids have had going on, and he can’t even move without screaming in pain. I took his crippled butt to the doctor on Monday for some drugs, which sort of help, except that when he takes them he gets a little loopy–which should make going into work out of the question, but he went to the office today mainly because I think he can’t stand sitting around at home one more minute.
I must go. Goodbye computer people.