Consuming my thoughts

Homeschooling my 1st grader is all I can think about. (Yes, she is barely 5, but she finished a kindergarten math book at the age of 4, can read almost any book she wants...including mine, and was begging me to start first grade.) How could I tell her no. I take this responsibility pretty seriously. Just like we consider our children's eating habits, exposure to tv, (or lack of!) vaccinations with great thought and consideration for what is best for them. Bill and I put a lot of thought and time into choosing books and curriculum for Abbie (and Jameson.) This time around, we didn't choose a "boxed curriculum" where everything but the kitchen sink is included. I have to use the books we chose to make my own lesson plans and plan out library visits, field trips, and schedule our morning. I never understood what was so hard about being a teacher until now! So this is what I spend my evenings doing, and I never really thought I would enjoy it as much as I am. I am looking forward to starting in a few weeks after swim lessons are over. Now, I need to figure out what to do with the 15 month old during school time. Thoughts?

Prayers Coveted

I received news today at my ultrasound that I have complete placenta previa. I was pretty devastated, even though I know that it is likely to move and make another homebirth a possibility. The 10% chance that it won't, and that I will be scheduling a c-section is very frightening. The baby looked fine (still waiting official word from the radiologist though) so that is the most important news I could have heard. I should have listened to my husband when he told me not to read about it on the internet though, I am really scared now! I will have another u/s at 28 weeks, so for a few more months I get to sit and wonder what my placenta is doing. Great :( So please pray that my uterus gets nice and large and that placenta moves out of the way, making a vaginal birth a possibility again.

Lost Addict

So yesterday, during the Ikea/Costco shopping extravaganza, I purchased a whit orchid at Costco. We have this massive tall, long dresser in our room, so I thought this massive tall orchid would fill some room nicely. But, everytime I say the word "orchid", either to my self our outloud I think of Lost. Then I get sad, bitter and angry that I have to wait 6 more months for it to come back. Then I remember that this is the final season, and I am really sad. The silver lining is, this season, I will get to watch with a newborn snuggled in my arms.

Summer

So I will do a quick re-cap of our summer.

May
-Adeleine turned one!
-Carly turned 19!
-got a pot-bellied pig
-found out I am pregnant
-got rid of pot-bellied pig
-felt very sick and tired and did nothing for the rest of the month

June
-Abigail turned 5!
-7 year wedding anniversary
-Camping for Abbie's birthday
-ballet recital

July
-Independence day
-finished Abbie's floor
-lost the chihuahua (sad, but yea!)
-thought we were having twins
-pretty sure I am just having one baby

Oops, I just realized that I can't add any pictures since, they are all still on the memory card, all 1000 of them, maybe tomorrow!

Loser Mom

So, it's been awhile since I have blogged and part of that was purposeful, part of it was lack of time. I have this thing that happens to me every so often, maybe it happens to others too. Reading other people's blogs makes me feel like a loser and a failure. Seeing and reading about other people's peaceful, creative days filled with delicious homemade meals, crafting galore, and the pictures to prove it makes me wonder what I am doing wrong when dinner is grilled cheese and a can of soup and I haven't sewn a stitch in weeks, let alone documented any of it with pictures. I have been settling arguments, feeding mouths ALL day, wiping butts ALL day and nursing a toddler ALL day!! There is no time for sewing, knitting, making fabulous meals and heaven forbid I takes any pictures because that would mean having to use my messy, disorganized house as a backdrop. Then I have a few days to ruminate on all of this, and I realized that no matter what people say, this happens to everyone. Not everyday is as perfect as they may blog about. When I spend most of the day reading books to the kids and making forts out of blankets, I realize that I am doing what really matters. They will remember the hours spent on the couch reading fighting over who sits on what side of me, and all the card games we have been playing. It makes all the guilt from the unfolded laundry go away, when I think about the guilt I won't have when they are grown. So it's ok with me that this is where I am in my life, I think my days are spent with three amazing little people, and I wouldn't have it any other way!