Dear Number 7, Tonight is the last night I held you as a three-year-old. And I’m sad. You won’t have any recollection of this, but when we read a story before you went to bed, I let you sit in my lap just a little bit longer than usual. I couldn’t kiss you enough. The skin on
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I’m losing weight every day.
I am exhausted, so just a quick one today. I finished going through all the kids books yesterday. I’d say I got rid of about 60% of them. I threw away any that were torn, missing covers, missing pages, or had been colored in so badly with marker that you couldn’t read the words. The
You Don’t Grow A Garden — Or A Child — Inside
Our kids finished up their fifth week of school today. This year we have a junior, a fifth grader, a fourth grader, a first grader, a kindergartner, and a preschooler. And I’m concerned about kindergarten again. It has nothing to do with the teacher. I’m more concerned with what kindergarten has become here in Connecticut and
And now for the books.
Did you think I fell off the organizing wagon? I didn’t. I’ve just been ridiculously busy, and I had to wait for a window of opportunity to open back up to get to the next step. I’ve told you about my new favorite book, the life-changing magic of tidying up. I really wish I had
American Girl. More than just a really expensive doll.
We have never had an American Girl doll. Number 4 has never really been into dolls, and Number 5 would love one, but they’re just way too expensive. So I don’t know that much about them, but I’ve always been under the impression that they were really meant for girls who were around Number 5’s
The FCB
I’ve been feeling really awesome about how this school year has been going. I’ve got the after school routine pretty well nailed down. The kids are basically independent when it comes to making their lunches. I’ve got the papers under control. I didn’t miss any picture days yet. And I knew when all the Open Houses