I noticed that our last few posts haven't been all that cheerful, so here's some fun photos of the kids from the last month.
The girls found a ladybug in the house and decided to help it feel "at home." They put it in a play dog bed (the ladybug is the tiny dot inside the small green bed) and carried it all around- and fought over it--until Rachel eventually squished it. In this picture, Hannah is signing "Mother" to Rachel.
This is Rachel, the first day home after surgery. She decorated herself with foam stickers.
And here is Hannah, waiting for the bus on her first day of Kindergarten. She is very proud of her Dora backpack.
Rachel and Nathan helped me make banana bread on Sunday, then the girls went with me to take it to some of the ladies I visit teach. The family had three dogs, one weighing over fifty pounds. The girls were terrified at first, then warmed up and played with him. As we were leaving, Hannah said the thing I've been wanting to hear from her. She said, "Mama, I don't think I'm ready to have a dog yet."
All three kids playing play doh--and yes, Nathan is sitting on the table. I took him down just after taking the picture.
Here is the tent our kids built--Rachel is behind Nathan.
And finally, for anyone interested, a shot of Rachel's ear one week post-surgery. Her stitches (the black stuff in her ear) will be removed next week, and yes, they did stitch closed her ear canal.
Hannah really loves Kindergarten. She is finally meeting little girls her age (I really thought there were no 4-5 year old girls in all of Shelby, after looking for nearly a year and finding none) and she loves music, P.E., the library, etc... Its hard having her gone all day, though.
Nathan is obsessed with Hot Wheels. He carries them around all day, sleeps with them, and, of course, fights over them. He even makes the mandatory car noises that come naturally to boys.
And we are still waiting on baby. My brother and sister-in-law, Marc and Marcy, come Friday night to help with the kids, but I'm really hoping to have this baby NOW. The last few weeks of pregnancy are completely designed to make anything, even labor and crying babies, seem better. I went through three deliveries without seeing the epidural needle, but this doctor made me watch a movie about how they give the shot, and I really didn't need to know just how big the needle is, or how easy it is to put it in the wrong place. Still, though, it takes a special kind of person to have a natural birth, and I don't pretend to be that special.