We are feeling the affects of my frenzied summer-ing. The kids are absolutely running on empty tanks. Emotional states are fragile. There is a big transition coming, and my new goal is to push again, but this time for rest. Rest and meeting of needs. And hopefully, if it can be managed without ruining the rest part, lots of cleaning.
Last comment about the fair: there are 50 foods on a stick there, and I didn't eat any of them. But I did eat something called a deep fried pickle dog. Yup, it exists and I ate it. And it was good.
Updates: G ran a 5k on his own, going just over 6 times around our large block. Just put his shoes on and announced he was going for a run, one day, and did it several times since. C nods and shakes his head to say yes and no, respectively. The list of words he says in growing exponentially and now includes Mommy, Daddy (not mama or dada), please, bat, ball, pop, dog, out- and more. F still cannot sing the alphabet song correctly, but can DO things that G wanted us to do for him long past this age. She is crazy independent.
Our state fair is a great state fair
Don't miss it! Don't even be late!
And dollars to doughnuts, that our state fair
Is the best state fair in our state!