Waiting

I'm waiting for the camera to obey me. I want my pictures out. I go through the routine but, like a stubborn child, the camera pretends not to hear me. Maybe I should say the word "candy."

Bryce is finished with his September deadline. He worked long and hard, including weekends. But you know what? He is a rock star. Don't let his conservative appearance fool you.

This weekend Bryce and the big kids are going to Utah for Conference weekend. That leaves the twins and me here alone. We might go to the children's museum. We might go to the park. We might go insane.

Just kidding. (Kind of.)

Cameron and Harrison are enjoying preschool, I think. They always look happy when I pick them up. It seems like they are making friends. I am concerned about Cameron's fine motor skills, as usual. He will start occupational therapy next month to help with that.

Miss Mary is adjusting to her new track and teachers. I had no idea that switching to Mrs. Cropp would mean switching from one teacher to a team of teachers. That's a big adjustment for someone like Mare but she seems to be working it out. They are studying the 50 states in social studies and are starting division in math. They read "Tales of a 4th Grade Nothing" by Judy Blume and just finished another book called "School Mouse" by Dick King-Smith. Sara is in her class, so I can't imagine what sort of antics are going on when the teachers aren't watching.

Tyce is growing like a weed. From 1st to 5th grades, he stayed nearly the same size. I hardly ever had to buy new clothes or shoes--seriously. He just wore the same things until they wore out. But suddenly he has huge hands, huge feet, and his new pants are high waters. It won't be long before he's taller than I am. It really doesn't seem that long ago that he was a toddler . . . I guess that's what people mean when they say that kids grow up fast.

That's about all for now.

I am going through an identity crisis of minor proportions. I would really like to go back to school or get a part-time job . . . but I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.