Baby Fetish

I really don't know what it is about my second daughter and my second son but as babies they have (or had) a fetish with underwear. Maybe it has to do with their next oldest sibling potty training. But boy, does she love underwear.

Here's Afton digging through a laundry basket of clean clothes to find underwear. If she is lucky and her older sister is in the midst of taking care of her "business" she'll toddle on into the bathroom and swipe the underwear from the floor and take off. Which, by the way, Russell would do almost the exact same thing to Jaron but he was crawling not walking at the time.

A serious contemplation of her horde.

And yes, I do indulge her on her desire to wear it on her head. Like brother, like sister. Seriously look here (near the end).

Missing Appendages

I've been unable to get myself to blog of late. Some of it had to do with the heat. It just made me lazy and unmotivated. And then, this really sad, hard thing happened. School started! Yes, I'm one of those crazy mothers who loath the beginning of school. I count down the days until I can have them back . . . not the days until I send them back.

The best way I can describe how I feel about two of my children being gone for a portion of the day is this way: I feel like I'm missing appendages. On Jaron's first day of 1st grade last week I felt like I tearily moped around the house all day. The hours stretched out. And that nearly 60 minutes from when school ended until the bus (which was very, very late) dropped him of was forever.

Jaron finds taking pictures in the sun hard. So he squints. I even put his back to the sun but still he struggles. Oh well.

Here's Russell trying to contain his excitment for preschool. He wanted to stay the whole day to have lunch with the other kids. No way buddy. I have a hard enough time leaving him for just 2 1/2 hours three days a week.

They grow up too darn fast.