Summer's Arrived

Now that Josh has started a job, I'm at home running around like a mad lady with the three kids. Evie started crawling...and pulling up...and cruising the furniture. Apparently she just can't wait to do these things for my sanity's sake. This has made my days very long. I'm not complaining about Josh working. I'm very happy that he is out of the house and attempting to bring some money back into the picture. But I forgot how much work it takes to keep a baby from crying and falling over nonstop. Between that and Alex and Abby, my days are just a big ol' bag of crazy. Alex and Abby want to be outside all of the time. I'm happy to say that they are already dealing well with heat. We keep our house at about 78 degrees during the day which is a step up from the 101 degrees our house was when I was a kid, so my kids can count themselves lucky. But I also don't want to raise a bunch of heat sensitive pansies. So I make them go outside and sweat. However, now that it's hot enough to swim, they begged me to put up our old friend the Big Blue Blob.  Today was that day. It was a lot of work to dust that bad boy off and get it filled up, but it's officially done. They've also officially swam in it twice already.

Evie is such a busy little gal that I have to entertain her nonstop no matter if I'm inside or outside so this is turning out to be a long summer already. I'm not sure how it will go, but I hope she's ready to do some heavy sweating. I have a feeling we'll be outside a lot.

And with summer, as it seems to be each year lately, comes our annual city wide garage sale in town. And I've been participating for the last couple of years. Now that we are officially done popping out babies, I'm selling off everything that I won't be using anymore (changing table, baby bath, billions of pounds of clothes, etc.). I must admit, I'm having a pang of sadness at seeing it all sitting in my house with price tags on them. I've had that changing table for six years. I've changed six tiny butts over and over again on it and my heart does a little flip at the thought of these days being in the past. Of course, that flip of my heart isn't big enough to pop out another kid. But it does kind of hurt. I'll miss those tiny butts being changed. Huh. Who knew I'd miss changing 20 poopy diapers a day?

P.S. I don't have time to edit my blog posts these days. I'm just lucky to have five minutes to write anything at all. So if you see a weird grammar issue...oops. My bad.