Life

Grace is in Kindergarten. Jack is in Preschool, just two half days a week. They go to different schools. Mondays Grace is in Singers Company. It is a cute little girl singing group. And Jack just started tumbling, also on Mondays. Jack gets homework, and Grace just has homework on Wednesdays other than her nightly assignment of having her read to for 15-20 minutes. And then there is Finnley, as much of a good baby as she is, she is still a baby. My life is getting a little busy. I LOVE IT! I feel like a real mom. For some reason chaos is fun. I love that I have to make lunches and pack there bags at night. Pick out clothes, wash hair, make sure I have something easy to make for breakfast. I love that I spend time some days running errands for school. Buying wash cloths so Jack can do tie-dye, buying root beer to donate to Graces school for movie night. Cutting, counting, and bagging box tops. All of this new stuff to add to my other daily activities that need to be done. Yes, I am busy. But never will you hear me complain. I am having too much fun! I was meant to be a mother.

Bad Dreams Really Are Bad Dreams

I really should write about the birth of my daughter or the kids first day of school but I am not. I am going to write about Zombies. The other day we were on our way to Tumbling class - yes Jack is taking tumbling. We passed a cemetery and Jack said - inside those buildings (mausoleum) behind those gates, that is where the zombies are.
I don't know how my child knows about zombies or relation to a cemetery - I can only guess... Clint!