Hump Day

I'm getting excited that the weekend is coming, and Kate will be able to spend a WHOLE day with the family. Boy, do I miss her. I miss her in the small things, like telling me that Georgie has a poopy diaper or Reagan needs to go potty. I miss her in the fun things like gyrating to Uncle's music with Reagan. I miss her in the sparkly things like going to Target and gravitating toward the Barbie dolls.

On the other hand, her absence is letting me revel in Reagan's two year old-hood. I'm catching her hiding in corners when she has to go potty. Something she's never been able to do because Kate would always rat her out. I watched with a twinge of regret as Reagan started to dance to Uncle's music because she was dancing alone, and then a warm happiness stole over me as I watched Georgie stand up and try the spinning around thing herself. At Target, Reagan walked right past the Barbie dolls and headed straight for the Baby Alive doll. Reagan spent about five minutes feeding the dolly her bottle, and only by promising her that we would visit dolly again could I get her to come away with me.

Kate is thriving at school. She now has 3 friends. Today she didn't get to play outside because a thunderstorm swept through our town, but she did meet her PE teacher. He said that she could call him Coach. She gets to cut and paste and color and draw and sing. She also remarked that school could sometimes be a little boring. When I asked her why she thought it was boring, she said that they don't let them play outside enough. It transported me back to the days when I used to long for recess, the disappointment when we couldn't go outside, the itching to just stand up and jump around.

Georgie is starting to throw temper tantrums. She screams lustily when she doesn't get her way. She tried to arch her way out of her car seat today. She glared at me when I put her to bed. On the other hand, she loves her high chair, and will wait patiently for her food to appear once I've got her situated. As you noticed in the above paragraph, she is learning to turn around in circles. She is learning to sing, and of course, she is still refining her climbing and running skills. She has finally grown out of all of her baby clothes and is now officially in 12 month outfits. Unfortunately, the box is upstairs in the attic, and Tanner has been working doubles all week long, so she's been rotating between two dresses for the past four days.

You might be wondering why Jonathan or I haven't gone upstairs. Well, four days ago, Tanner used the keys to the shed to get out Kate's bike. And, four days ago, Tanner lost all FOUR keys to the shed. Also, the ladder is in the shed, and we don't have anything tall enough to vault us into the attic. We can get high enough to open the attic, but the head is about the only thing that sticks up into the attic, not even shoulders. So, we're praying that Tanner can get a bit of shut eye so that his brain kicks back into gear, and he can remember where the keys are located.

I'm getting a little exhausted running Kate to and from school, making her lunches, getting her dressed, especially since Reagan has been finding it difficult to sleep through the nights lately. One night in particular gave me only about 2 hours of sleep, and then it was time to get Kate to school. So, for the past couple of days I've had a constant headache that I just can't seem to kick even with tow Tylenol.

So, I'm looking forward to the weekend when Tanner's double will be finished, and we'll have about six hours to catch our breath before OUR school starts on Monday. Whoop!