I am not having any strong emotional response to another school year beginning. It is my last year home with Gabe, and therefore I refuse to send him to preschool. I can't hurry my baby out the door. We'll piddle around together as usual. Maybe he'll learn to pronounce his Rs better, who knows? I don't have any big goals for him other than just enjoy him. Charlotte has crossed over into big-kid territory fully and completely. She is goofy and nerdy and silly, friendly and happy and active - she's just wonderful. Claire still falls between the big and little kid groups. She may be entering 2nd grade, but she has yet to have a loose tooth, and that keeps her young.
They are all so tired that they fell asleep in the car on the way home from my parents' house this afternoon. I am going to hustle on down to fix dinner so they can shower and be ready for an early bedtime. Early. Like 6:30.
My biggest accomplishment this summer is tan lines. I haven't had them in YEARS AND YEARS, since I was a kid probably. I feel all islandy. Of course, my brother-in-law still says I'm pasty-white, but the proof is in the lines. Check it out:
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why have i never yet figured out that gabe and tatum are the same age? i've always thought he was a year younger...where have i been? p.s. i SERIOUSLY feel you on the count down. lexi might just barely survive until school starts in a week and a half.
That is totally a tan line.
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