Rob's sister Shawna had her second baby yesterday - a little boy! Yay! Now, if I could figure out how to get that sms picture off my phone, I'd show you all a picture. Anyway, he was born yesterday in Tacoma, Washington and weighed 7 lbs., 10 oz. and was 19 1/2 inches long. (As if you can really get an accurate measure on that little curled up person, you know?)
Yesterday was also Sophie's four month birthday, and let me tell ya, she is a new person. Who knew four months could be so mature. It's as if she has suddenly realized that there is a world beyond her scope. She is happy being put down to play with her toys (which consist of colorful things dangling above her). She likes to talk - she's a girl, I guess - so she spends the whole time vocalizing. She eats, then she goes to sleep. Did you read that? To sleep! Yay for me. It has seriously been four of the toughest months I can remember having.
Last night was the second night in a row hubby and I could put the kids to bed and hang out BY OURSELVES. So, I finally had the opportunity to watch 300, and let me tell ya, nothing makes you wish you hadn't had that stolen Cadbury creme egg after dinner like watching those people in Blueray format. Sheesh. The men had eight packs and the women looked great in nothing but gauze and a little gold belt. As if.
So, I supposed I'll go to the gym this morning. Then, we have a free baby massage class to attend. Sabrina will bring her baby doll and learn too.
This is after I drop off all the kids at school. Zach had a project to do over the spring break on a rain forest animal. He chose a tarsier. During spring break he did a great job researching his animal and making a model of it out of pipe cleaners, pompon balls and googly eyes. (It took me 20 minutes to find the googly eyes in Michael's. I hate buying things only sporadically because you can never, ever find them easily. Like trying to find those Durkee french fried onions during Thanksgiving. Impossible.).
He wrote his report and went a little crazy making a diorama of his tarsier with a stick, some glued leaves and paint on a piece of cardboard. I'll download the pics sometime soon. So, we will drop him off right outside his classroom for fear the whole thing implodes before grading time.
We finally also got 11 year old's report card,which was fantabulous. He's readying at almost an 8th grade level and got a 96% in math. Not to mention his school report on slavery that earned him a 6 out of 5, which the teach said was only the second time she's graded that high. Which means he came home with a letter requesting he be tested for the gifted and talented program. We had him tested when he was a kindergartner in Washington, but unfortunately there were a lot of money questions. For a kid just getting back from Egypt and the Philippines, American coinage really had no significance and needless to say, he didn't test into the program.
I have a brief meeting with kindergartner's teacher after school to check his progress. He seems to be doing well and 'working towards' his goals. We read books every day and he is doing better and better with word recognition and sounding out things phonetically. Sigh. How is it possible to have such a dichotomy of kids - one being tested for GATE and the other with an IEP? It sure taxes the child rearing brain.
Enough for now. Gotta get on with the day and the forty loads of laundry. I have about 24 hours to find every peice of three baseball uniforms. Wish me well.