impossible

It is impossible to type and pump (milk) at the same time. So, you know that I am not legitimately just staying up late "to pump". Nope. But sometimes after busting your can all day, you feel like blogging. This is for me to write, not so much for you to read.

My children were perfect all day. How I love them. Isaac kicked a football inside, Ruby dumped legos, Peter has a sore throat, Anna nearly ingested so very many small objects (with cat hair on them). I cooked 2 dinners (1 for cousins) and packed a bit for the beach and did an Arbonne party and a little school. We did it. Day done, all sleep but me. Thank you, Jesus, you are so good.

This is our First Day of School picture (Anna did school, too, of course she had no choice.)

We have here a K, baby, 1 and 3. So nice. This is what we really looked like. Mohawk and all. I learned how to do the self-timer on my cool new camera.

And now Anna has graduated to pencil-stealer. This is my 2 healthy school-children doing Math together on the couch. They loved diaper-Anna - all softness. She loved them too.Anna says Ma-mom and I just love that so much.