Well, we survived our first (and probably only) hurricane here. I actually think Hermine was a tropical storm when she blew through at 3am a few Friday's ago. I woke up and it sounded like my house was going through a car wash, with the wind and the rain hitting the side of the house. I expected little kids to join...
Sigh
We've all been nursing a bit of a cold, including baby Peter. The rest of the kids can articulate what hurts (throat, ears, eyes, nose) but poor Peter just gets to cry and cry a lot to let us know he's not feeling well. He's been waking up between 330 and 430 in the morning and has been fussy until about 630 or 7....
Updates Round Here
Our elliptical machine broke last week, so we ordered a conversion kit for my bike and now I can ride it in the house like a stationary bike. I like it much better and it doesn't feel like it's going to kill me. If you've read my blog for a while, you know that I have milk production issues and supplement the babies...
Peterangelo/Peteral/Petertello/Petardo
Today at Target (where they didn't have a single decent shirt for grown women) Margaret saw this outfit and asked to buy it for Peter:
Friday Night
The house is clean, the baby is happy, schoolwork for the week is done and the grades have been logged, and I'm drinking a beer. I'm documenting this because I'm certain this will never happen again. Joshua is working with a kid on multiplication and long division. The rest of the kids are building Lego. If you...
St. Teresa Benedicta’s Feast Day!
Two Months!
Things Peter does: Sleeps five hour stretches at night. Sometimes pushes himself up on his forearms. Smiles at his brothers and sisters. Nurses like a champ.
Peter’s Baptism!
Round Here
This weekend I worked on lesson plans for the up coming school year. Since I am using a mix of Memoria Press and Kolbe, it took a big of tweeking, but I think I've got it down. I only wrote a week out for the older three kids, so we have room to adjust if need be. I'm going to admit that my kids are whiners about...
Oh my goodness, I'm dying.
