That pretty much describes our days. We've made it past the midterms, but now all of the big term papers are due right before Thanksgiving, so we are very busy. Tanner isn't getting much sleep on Tuesdays and Thursdays since his schedule is split. We've learned that putting the classes back to back is very important. He's still keeping good grades, and he gets a lot of "make-up" sleep on the weekends. Today, he heaved a sigh of relief because he gets two days off after a grueling run of tests, quizzes and homework. Lucky for him, he gets to sleep until this afternoon. We've decided to take the girls to a costume party this evening so that they avoid the whole "Halloween" thing, and then tomorrow night we are going to make caramel apples, popcorn, a candy-Thanksgiving chain and maybe watch a movie.
I've been pulled into the first soprano section in choir. Yuk. I do not consider myself a first soprano because I can only hit the high notes at forte, but apparently that's good enough. So, I'm soaring at double forte on a true B above high C. Poor Jonathan has been cringing during my practice sessions at home. I don't blame him. I'm cringing, too.
Kate and Reagan love choir. They come home singing and chanting all sorts of songs and rhymes. Reagan says that her choir teacher "Miss Ilene" is her favorite person. Don't let the "miss" fool you. She's a formidable matriarch, but in Texas everyone is "miss" or "mister". That's right, I'm Miss Noelle, and when Kate isn't listening she becomes Miss Kate, as in, "I said to put that away, Miss Kate." If she's really not heeding my voice she becomes "missy". "Just what did you expect to happen, Missy? Hmm?"
Yesterday, Kate asked me "Wuld ya git me a cuppah wadah." I wish I had mastered the art of raising one eyebrow, but I'm limited to both eyebrows reaching sky high. I responded, "Excuse me, missy? What was that? In english, please." I guess I can't lecture her too sternly since everyone has become "ma'am" and "sir". I almost said "Yes, ma'am" when I was talking on the phone with my mom because that's just what you say to your mamma when she's telling you what is what. Even Kate does it.
Me: Kate, you need to go pick up your toys.
Kate: Yes, ma'am.
Reagan asked me if she could have her own gun. She said she wants a pink one. Looks like I have to find a kids safety training school and a shooting range for kids though I'm not buying a PINK gun. Besides the fact that Tanner would look silly shooting a pink gun, I think it would just be way to attractive for the girls. They would want to play with it. So, I think we'll settle for a nasty, black gun.
Reagan is learning to read. I'm serious. I took her to the Children's Museum yesterday, and she saw all of the alphabet letters. She ran and picked one up and said, "Mommy, it's a G. G says guh." I'm thinking that Kate must be teaching her.
Tanner and I are learning how to couple skate. We took a really bad spill on Wednesday. I was on my right edge (all the way) and Tanner thought we were going straight instead of turning, so out went my foot, down I went, down went Tanner who hit the ice chest first. Ouch. At least we're experienced with falling on the ice. No broken noses or bones, just a bunch of really sore muscles and one really big bruise.
Georgie thinks she can talk. I hold entire conversations with her in baby blabber. She tells me all about the food that she ate, the clothes she pulled out of the drawer, where she squirreled away her last bottle and the toys that Reagan snatched. Every once in a while a clear word will emerge usually it's "Tatie" or "Weg" or "mamma" or "banana" and of course, "dadadadadadadadada". I think, in order of her favorites: Daddy is first, followed by Uncle Jonathan, then Mommy, then Kate, then Reagan. She and Reagan get into a lot of toy tussles. The funny thing is that Reagan usually doesn't win. Georgie is one tough little cookie and snatches and grips onto toys pretty hard. Her favorite thing to do is steal Reagan's blanket. Georgie will throw it across her shoulders and run away with it, laughing the whole time while Reagn cries.
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