Cali just finished up performing in the musical at her school. It was “Doo Wop Wed Widing Hood,” and Cali was the cutest member of the chorus on the stage. I’m not biased in any way.
I was actually surprised at how well they were able to do a musical for a group of elementary school students. I couldn’t even memorize a poem when I was that age.
(Natalie always thinks she is the one that we want pictures of, and Cali was nice enough to share her spotlight. )
Here is the first look at the bun in the oven, who is due to make an appearance this September.
Being pregnant and having the other kids be a little older this time has been fun, as they all feel ownership in “our baby.” Such as: their feeling like their input on names is really important. We still haven’t come up with anything better than “Indiana” or “Hermione” yet.
Ian also asked me the other day if I ate the baby, and that is how it ended up in my tummy. I just kind of left the answer at “no.”
Speaking of eating, I haven’t felt sick, but I have felt like eating everything in sight. I am not sure which I would really prefer.
Someone recently pointed out to us that we are going to have five kids under the age of ten.
We know. Aren’t we lucky?
Cali doesn’t enjoy her birthday cakes quite the same way she used to eight years ago.
Yes, she is nine already.
Cali picked bowling for her birthday activity.
Natalie didn’t even care where the ball went. It was all good.
Ian took his turns all by himself, and his legs turned into pogo sticks as soon as the ball was let go.
I told him he was an awesome bowler.
“I know.” he replied.
It was a pretty close contest. I was sitting it out, but I did bowl one frame for Scott.
I got a strike.
I quit there.
Really he didn’t need my help.
Happy birthday to my sweet girl who first made me a mother.
