You Don't See That Every Day

We started school at home this week. So far after two days we are slowly adjusting to the "new" way of doing things. New after a summer of not doing, that is. I've already had to run down to the store to get items I forgot in my planning stage - spiral notebooks, index cards and such. And then there's the poor girl of mine who isn't doing any math this week. (She doesn't seem to broken up about this though.) I ordered the 3rd grade set of math books for her. Again. Poor girl, she's in 4th grade! (oops! Well, at least I am set for next year when my 2nd grader moves up!)

So here's an update for any of you who are interested in the facts and figures of our baby girl's life. We took her in for her four month check-up today; I came away with the idea that she is most likely going to take after her father's side of the family - long and lean. Her weight is 14 lb, in the 50%; her length is 25 inches, in the 90%! and her head circumference (I love this one) is 41, in the 75%. Grow, baby, grow!

Here's a question for you. (One-word answers acceptable.) If you were very hungry, what is the one food you would want to see when you open the refrigerator? For me ... hmm ... I would need to see either ice cream or blueberry bagels! I guess it would depend on the time of day. (and those are cupcakes in the above photo)

In my corner of the world this past week: I read a few magazines that had been languishing on my shelf; I watched an "old' movie, Forever Youn g , with Mel Gibson in it; I wen t to swim lessons for the kids, and dinner at friends' home; I laughed . I'm sure I did. Probably at my husband's antics - he's good at making me laugh; I made breakfast for lunch, since I never am up in time to make breakfast for breakfast; I bought just groceries; I sang Say Hey (I Love You) by Michael Franti I listened to someone rant about their work; I learned that the adage "A watched pot won't boil" is easily linked with "an unwatched pot will boil over".

Baby K is 4 months old today. Length: 25 inches; weight: ? we'll find out next week at the doctor's office.

The application went into the mail today. My non-runner husband who is now a runner is signed up for his first race, a 5k in September. This is the same race I have run the past 2 years, but b/c of scheduling conflicts (ie. children to care for and a football game) I will be watching and cheering him on this year from the sidelines. But I am still running, although sporadically. I got to go on another run this morning; this time my oldest joined me on his bicycle. I only went a mile, and it was all good. I'm not mentally ready to push myself beyond a mile; perhaps in a couple of weeks. My body might say yes, but my brain is still in a "shouldn't I be in bed?!" zone. G and I have talked about running together, but his long legs and pace would be pretty difficult for me to keep up with at this point.

In my corner of the world this past week: (a little later than my usual Friday because of my beach trip) I read a couple of stories by Debbie Macomber - interesting tales about people and relationships in a small town; I watched the waves crash against the shoreline - but not long enough; could've sat there for a long time; I wen t to the farm, to my friends' home and to the beach; I laughed at my husband, because he can be pretty funny! I made peach jam and canned it for later; I bought a bunch of containers to organize the boxes in the garage - signs of mice in there and so we need to take care of that; I sang along to Toby Mac CD and Zac Brown CD on the drives to and from the coast; I listened to my children laughing as they ran down the sand dunes; I learned you're never to old to play in the sand.