it's been months since you've heard from us... and no news is good news. We are doing well-- charging through early childhood at an alarming pace and continuing to squeeze every moment out of the days and nights. H is in first grade: working on reading, spending time and allowance on the wii and wishing he could fly (I had no idea how universal this wish was but presently, it is his greatest desire). E continues to be quite grounded. He is ever physical and has recently mastered the back stroke in swimming lessons. B and H successfully campaigned for a new four legged friend to join the fray (Atlas). B has been very busy pretending he is a puppy and entertaining Atlas (an name which he came with but aptly so, as B spends most of his school hours pin punching out world maps). This puppy has results in many scraps and nips but a lot of mutual joy for those two. And Miss M continues to direct us all. She loves having her face/hands/arms painted with facepaint, coloring and drawing on paper (usually), and discussing plot nuances and the character flaws of Beauty and the Beast.
But just how look how much we've grown. I'm beginning to think of young childhood like a carburetor-- yes, you have to put in an enormous amount of fuel/energy, but once the smoke clears, if you can harness the resulting output, capture and direct it, you feel like you're going places.
