Summer so far.

Time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?? That's my excuse for neglecting this blog. It's summer, and I'm having too much fun to sit still and write!

So...what's new....hmmm. Not much, actually! Hubby taught Girl Terror how to play Settlers of Catan last night, and she caught on very quickly. I think we might have a game fanatic on our hands. Hubby has been waiting for years for the kids to be old enough to play board games with him, and last night he finally got his wish. A little gamer, right here in his own house!!

Boy Terror is reading. I'm not sure what level he reads at, since I haven't tested him, but I know he's reading chapter books far beyond the kindergarten leve. I would guess a grade two level. I would worry about him not getting any exercise, but reading IS exercise the way he does it. He starts by sitting on the couch with his book. Wiggle wiggle. He sllliiiiiides down to the floor. He rolls over onto his back, waving one leg in the air. Then onto his tummy, scratches his head, picks his nose, wiggles around, and alternates between lying flat on his tummy and pulling his legs under himself to stick his butt in the air. Eventually, he wiggles across the room. He gets up, and wanders to another room, sits on the floor, and starts again. Oh, and in all this, he never puts down the book. He actually seems surprised when he comes to the surface and finds himself in a new location. I've only interfered twice...once when he was headed for the stairs, and once when I caught him reading while peeing. No WONDER the walls get sprayed!!

We've gone camping, we've driven to several lakes, and today the Terrors have a playdate with two of their school friends. Good summer so far. No time to write. Sorry!

Girl Terror turns eight.

I haven't forgotten you, really. It's just been a crazy few weeks with the end of school, Girl Terror's birthday, and house renovations. And then I realized I was neglecting my blog, and I froze. Couldn't think of anything worthy of breaking the silence. It's a vicious circle, I tell you. Anyway.

Girl Terror turned eight a week ago. EIGHT. Do you know how old that is?? She's not a squishy baby girl anymore! I still squish her, though. And I tell her all the time that she is my baby. This year we noticed a lot of growing up. She's taller, yes, but suddenly she's all....mature. Can you be mature at eight? Her friends are little girls I don't know. She talks about people I've never met. She suddenly can do so much! I asked her to describe herself for this entry. Here is what she said:

"Ummm...I love science. I am eight years old. I like nature. I read a lot, just for fun. My favourite colour is pink. I have lots of things I want to be when I grow up. Things like a paleontologist, an artist, a mummy. I like playing Grounders with my friends. I like baking cakes." Then she giggled.

The things she didn't mention are her obsession with saving the planet from pollution, her ability to flit through the world, and how much snuggles, hugs, and kisses she requires daily.

I think it's safe to say she's a special little girl, and I love her with all my heart.