Tuesday

Of course they couldn’t stand close to each other for long without starting to tease each other, and I also had my camera on some weird settings (I am having camera issues!) so these are not sharp pictures-but you can still see their survivor man outfits!  I think that Keats had probably just told Seth that he looks like a Girl Scout with his long hair (hee hee.)  There were lots of Girl Scout comments made today and Seth handles it with, unusual for him, good humor.  He typically just agrees that yes, he does look rather like a girl.  He still doesn’t want a haircut, even though he is mistaken for a girl everywhere we go.  He was actually called “Smoothie Girl” last week by a cashier who was observing him beg me for a smoothie.

(The boys got THIS vest in the adult S/M so they will be able to fit these for years.)

 I think these vests are for hunting or fishing, but they make a great “survival” vest as well.  Lots of little zippers and pockets to store things, and they are lightweight mesh suitable for any weather. 

And on an entirely different topic, I have realized that I am a Montessori failure.  I just don’t have the space needed to have lots of lovely prepared lessons sitting on a shelf, and even if I did, Beatrix would make a wreck of it.  Larkspur would rather just have an assortment of everything anyway for her “pouring activities.”

This would sooo not be acceptable in a real classroom. 

Our mud pie kitchen is in a shambles but Beatrix still likes to play out there.  So that is where she does her practical life work, of course once again, not in an orderly fashion.  It’s more “real life in a big family” practical life.  Things tend to be messy.

And the big news is that Beatrix slept in her own bed last night!  Nevermind that she was only a few feet from ours in a little portable crib-she wasn’t in our bed!  She has been really restless lately and waking a lot. We really need more sleep than we have been getting, as does she.  And while I look at her little sleeping body and just want to snuggle up to her, there comes a time with each baby when it is time to let them grow up a little bit (just a tiny bit-right?) for their sake and yours.  The shift that happens when we realize that a new baby is on it’s way and the current baby won’t always be the baby of the family, is always hard for me.  But of course everything always works out and I realize that they are ALL my babies ALL the time no matter how old they get or how many little babies arrive after them.