My big kids
I talked to Baz last night. I always wonder if they sound so mature on the phone because I mentally regress them while they're gone, or if they do just experience huge leaps in elocution and sentence complexity once in a while. Earlier in the week when I talked to Kay, it took me three sentences to realize that she was not her brother. It will be good to have them home. I have a kid-shaped hole in my life. Which is nice for a while. But then I get to missing all the funny, crazy-making stuff they do.
Mom says she's sending a CD of pictures home with them, so expect a photo-essay.
In other trivia, I finished the toes for my socks. There's still a lot of sock to go, but much of it is sort of mindless now. It's a really pretty color called Winter Sky -- mostly dark blue, dark purple, and navy, with little runs of teal.
Tonight after I get the kids in bed, I need to work on the housework I've been putting off, and go back to real life, but at least I can do so while watching the Olympics.
Mom says she's sending a CD of pictures home with them, so expect a photo-essay.
In other trivia, I finished the toes for my socks. There's still a lot of sock to go, but much of it is sort of mindless now. It's a really pretty color called Winter Sky -- mostly dark blue, dark purple, and navy, with little runs of teal.
Tonight after I get the kids in bed, I need to work on the housework I've been putting off, and go back to real life, but at least I can do so while watching the Olympics.