Addy started writing on my door. Here is what is says: Mom, Callie wants a popsicle tomorrow and she wants ? and she wants mac and cheese. Mom, I want a ? tomorrow. Mom,  Ian want some pretzels today.

The princess

This is a dress that was made by Daisy's Great Grandmother for one of us first four girls. It is so absolutely beautiful.

Ian needed to be in the pix too.

Daisy is always smiles this is such a fun age. Her pig tails are actually folded over that's how long the top is.

Ian gets left out

Ian cries when the girls leave for school. If I take him with me he cries when they get out and leave him behind. He was ready to go with Stacie today and didn't care that I wasn't coming. The girls started dance class and today they walked in the door and I told them to go change. Addy couldn't find a skirt to wear, so I found one for her and Ian was throwing a fit, so I handed him a dress up skirt. Figuring he'd throw it down and scream at me. Next thing I know he has his skirt on and is in front of the front door ready to go. Poor guy is hating being left out of everything.

Kindergarten

Addy never knows the names of anybody in her class. She did this at church and in preschool. I did think much of it until Callie came home from sunbeams after a week or two and said her friend, Reagan and another one she called by name. Addy just always calls kids her friends. It took until the end of last year for her to tell me it was Zaylie she was playing with. So this year I've been asking her the names of kids in her class. "Do you know any names?" her answer "one boy names Aaron."
"Is he your friend?"
"Not really" It just occured to me that Aaron is probably one that the teacher is always saying his name.

So, Addy is Kev's child. I was only half paying attention and it was bothering her. I finally put down the paper I was reading and told her I was listening. She told me a story about the boys in her class wanted to be babies and they dressed up like babies and crawled around on the floor. The the teacher made them change back and there were two kids that wanted to be pigs. When I asked questions she would evade them. I was still totally listening and thinking I might email her teacher and ask what she was talking about. then she says
"mom, you know all that stuff I just said? It's not true" Cant tell you how many times kev has done basically the same thing to me.

What?

Addy was stalling going to bed one night. When she was running out of things to say or ask me she stammered. . ."mom, is Subway . . Fresh?"


I was talking to Callie today about what day it was. I told her Friday and she was so sad that she doesn't have school. Then she told me that she doesn't suck her thumb on Fridays.