Tiny is playing baseball and her team is undefeated, and they are like 6 games in. She's having a blast, which is what it's all about. She is also going on a lot of field trips. The next is to the pool and I need to get her a new bathing suit. Last summer's bikini is probably waaaaay too small now.
Mister is thinking of giving up the cello, after three years. His elective choices for next year are art, p.e., and career tech. Apparently, in career tech, they learn about all kinds of technology used in different careers. They will be building models, trying out robotics, computer programs and animation. All this sounds right up his alley.
Little Man is talking so much and repeating everything. He was poking his head in the computer room today and kept saying something that sounded like "ryback". Which, I figured out, was for "be right back". Another favorite is when he tells me "momma, watch. momma, watch." And if I don't pay attention right away, he uses my first name and tells me "watch". Then he'll show me something or show off some new move. He's a blast.
And I am working half the week, shuttling Tiny to baseball four days a week, Mister to his weeding job three days a week, and I'm taking care of Little Man every other minute of the day. I'm tired and miss H. A few more weeks and we will be joining him in TX. Hanging in there.