Time to?

Time is just spinning down the drain, and like water, there's nothing I can do to stop it.  I'm serisouly in shock that it's September.  And that school has started.  The summer has ended.  Miss A is eight.  And where did it all go?

So much has happened this summer, I feel a bit disappointed in myself that I didn't document it.  Because deep down inside, I like this blog most for its record of my days for the past couple of years.   Just the other day I was relating to a friend that some days Honey is like a little terriorist about the house.  And then I remembered a post I did of Little C at about the same age, entitled "Mr. Trouble."  And felt assured that it wasn't just Honey and his weird anti-establishment ways, but a phase that he'll likely grow out of.

Speaking of Honey and His Strangeness' ways, two nights ago we had a breakthrough.  A breakthrough I tell you!  I usually sit him up to eat with the family, with whatever he's eating that day which is usually a breakfast item, since breakfast is what he eat 90% of the time.  And on his plate of waffles, he insisted that I put a meatball, some spaghetti sauce (though the noodles were quickly rejected) and some lettuce.  He didn't actually eat any of it.  Or touch it.  But just the fact that he allowed it on his plate!  I was thrilled.  I'm thinking at this rate he'll be eating normally by about 2015.

First day of school took place this week.  Like the rest of the summer, it was a blur.  Before school started I actually finished a project on time!  (I know the universe must be spinning in the opposite direction.)  It was the kids' chore chart.  I wanted it before school started so I that I wasn't repeating myself 20 times each morning: "Go brush your teeth."  "Did you brush yet?"  "Have you brushed?"  "Let me smell your breath ..." and on and on.  Success!  I hung it Sunday night and Monday morning the kids started out it with.  After getting all their tags done we snapped a few pictures and they were off.  I barely snapped one of Mr. M across the field giving me the thumbs up.  I guess they don't need dear old mom walking them to school anymore.

The only rough adjustment has been Honey, who trots after them each morning as they walk to meet friends at the walkway to school, calling out, "Nanna, Nanna, Nanna."  He's been quite upset that she's left him every morning.  Now we run through the people every morning.  "Daddy.  Work.  Nanna.  Kool.  Maxish.  Kool."  He still refuses to say Little C's name.  I think it's his small bit of revenge he has for emotional war fare C has waged against Honey.

And I?  How am I, you ask?  Just dandy.  When everyone is at school and Honey is napping, I have a little free time for myself here at home.  And what have a done?  Taken naps of course.  Ahhh.  The life of a stay-at-home mom.  It's rough.  (really, it is ... that's why I need a nap).