Sitting at work having a nice lunch whilst kids are enjoying a day off school.

To my darling kiddos, I would rather be home enjoying a day off with you. Each of you is truly amazing and so much fun for me, each in your own way. I love the moments we steel together when I'm not working or doing chores. I wish there were so many more. Mommy must work. Why, well, our family enjoys the lifestyle that requires two incomes. I'm also pretty good at what I do, but that's not what keeps me here, it's just a little comfort in knowing that hopefully i and contributing to the world in a way God approves of, using my talents to help my colleagues find medicines that will help sick people. I digress though. My point is that you are my everythings!!!

I saw this today and it's so very true. I love you guys and take comfort in you enjoying a day with Grannie. 

Love always, Mom

Ps. I have tears now. :)

Little personality, let it shine!

Clair is changing so fast this month. Not only has she started preschool off like a pro, no crying for my girl, but she's also really talking and contributing to the day and conversations. She has always had an opinion and she's very good about showing it and making us smile while she does. 

This morning she came into our master bedroom and was delighted to see that I had put the soft winter blankets on and the bedspread was missing. She rubbed it and explained with a squeal of delight how great it was. She jumped on the bed and proceeded to read to me. Telling me to sit down and listen to her tell me Goodnight Goodnight Construction site. 

She also isn't shy about letting people know she's a mamas girl and wants to stay with me, go places with me, and tell me when I'm all done work so I can be with her. 

She's a cutie!

Kindergarden is a Go

Max started off to kindergarden a week ago. He was a brave boy who got on the bus holding his big sisters hands, after collectin many hugs and kisses from his Mommy, Grandma and cousins. I smiled; no tears. He smiled; nervous excitement and confident in his sister to take him where he needed to go. 

The day went by and I waited. I was so excited to collect him off the bus. He collapsed into my arms and wanted to be carried home. He was exhausted and relieved. He didn't say it. But it was obvious he had been on for eight hours and was relieved to be back home. 

He relaxed at home and went to bed without a fuss. He had an okay day but felt he didn't make any friends the first week. 

The first week was hard, but he made it. The weekend was a relief to him, but he went back on Monday. Last night he was exhausted, but it is clear he's getting the hang of this. 

He's made a couple friends. he's leaned to spell two words - the and me. he's gotten the ritual down and is confident to ride the bus and go to class without Ellie. He has some enjoyment in music class. I'm proud of my little boy. He's also more cuddly when he's home. He needs his bed something fierce. He's so physical when he gets home. He needs his freedom. He needs to be a busy boy. He is adjusting in his own way. He is proving he is ready. 

I love my little boy. 

"You love me to the sky?"

So about a week or so ago I started telling Clair the I love her to the sky and back, to the moon and back, to the heavans and back. She smiled and internalized. 

Now, every couple days, Clair comes out with the question in the sweetest, quietest, innocent little voice , "momma you love me to the sky?"

I realize what she's asking and repeat how much I love her. She sits back and smiles. 

She does this when we are riding in the car. Each kid is trying to get their voice heard, question on this, question on that, and Clair's question, "momma, you love me to the sky?"

I love this girl!