Bitty and his best friend from preschool, at their very important preschool graduation ceremony. (Too bad this buddy will soon be moving to Dubai!)This time of the year for any mother can be a bit crazy. It's funny because I distinctly recall how the months of May and June used to be a happy, carefree season in life. Don't get me wrong--I still enjoy the glorious warmth peeking through the clouds, with all the refreshing laughter of flowers and the happy smell of blossoms. It really does feel like a rebirth . . . And yet, ironically it is also the time that so much effort is poured into celebrating progression and all sorts of different graduations. Today we finished the LAST of these--the boys' piano recital. Phew! I guess now I can finally say I have graduated myself--from all the graduations, of course.
Now for a tribute to some of the fun milestones as of late:
Big-O & Bitty finally finished out their soccer season. Big-O in particular knew how to tear it up out there. Pearly-Q and I seriously were constantly amazed by the child's raw talent--something neither one of us will ever be able to take credit for. Check him out:
The Sass completed her first year of dance, (something she has adored). She performed in her recital to "Five Little Monkeys," as what else? Oh, a monkey. Man, did she love to swing that tail!
The piano recital. Ta-da! We did it. Actually, I have to just say right now that this what made COMPLETELY possible by my amazing husband who practiced with the boys every day and attended their lessons every week since Coco was born. He is seriously the man! As a musician who understands how much work this really takes, I have to admit nothing endears me more to him than what he does for our sons in this respect. It is incredible, and makes me so grateful to be married to him.
Do you think they're proud of themselves? They really should be, though.
Do you think they're proud of themselves? They really should be, though.
Coco moved on to ribs. Just thought we'd start her early. (Hey, she's got to cut her teeth on something. )
Our kids officially survived the first six months of having a crazy mother who survived 3 young children & a baby. Though there were some hard days, some holding-on-by-our-fingernails days, and some pathetically ridiculous spacing moments (like missing Big-O's end-of-the-year Kindergarten program), on the whole, our time as a family since Coco's birth has been more glorious than any of us could have anticipated. Our four children have officially become their own tour-de-force. Though they definitely have their typical sibling squabbles, I am amazed to see how much love they express for each other, especially as their mutual love for Coco has literally exploded. Just the other day, Sassy said, "Dad, you know why I love Coco? . . . Cause she's da best!" Fortunately, we all feel the same way.
Our kids officially survived the first six months of having a crazy mother who survived 3 young children & a baby. Though there were some hard days, some holding-on-by-our-fingernails days, and some pathetically ridiculous spacing moments (like missing Big-O's end-of-the-year Kindergarten program), on the whole, our time as a family since Coco's birth has been more glorious than any of us could have anticipated. Our four children have officially become their own tour-de-force. Though they definitely have their typical sibling squabbles, I am amazed to see how much love they express for each other, especially as their mutual love for Coco has literally exploded. Just the other day, Sassy said, "Dad, you know why I love Coco? . . . Cause she's da best!" Fortunately, we all feel the same way.
I mean, who can seriously resist this?
Seriously.
