What else...oh, I'm sick of not losing weight. I'm sick of not exercising, but I'm also sick of not sleeping in, so that's why I'm not working out. So I know that the lack of exercise is leading to this unshakeable foul mood, but the foul mood also leads to more not exercising. Which leads to more foul mood.
Poor, poor pitiful me.
In other news, Ava started first grade today. I'm having a WAY harder time with this than I did with the whole kindergarten thing. Kindergarten is dumb, it's sort of like preschool. But first grade? First grade is REAL. She's going to REAL school. And she's almost seven. SEVEN!!!
I just threw up thinking about it. Four, five, six, none of those birthdays fazed me in the least. But for some reason, the idea that I am going to have a SEVEN year old just turns my stomach.
|Maybe a slight thug look on the first day is our thing?|
And, just for fun, a comparison shot.
What else has been going on...Scott found a family of snails...
Daisy June discovered that clams snap shut if you push them...
Warren developed an obsession with taking fake pictures...
Daisy drew on a fake Hitler mustache at swim lessons...
I finally remembered my camera one day for swim lessons...
|Warren didn't cry one time!!|
|Scott is good to go. Until he realizes that you're not holding him and he can't touch.|
|Sleeping sickness knows no bounds...|
The diving board is ALWAYS the best part of the day.
Here's what the babies usually did during the big kids' class. Mother of the year, ladies and gentlemen. Mother of the YEAR!!
|Yes. Our one year old has the iPad. With it's special one year old's case. Ugh.|
And, in an ironic twist of fate that just adds to my foul mood, my absolute favorite shot from swim lessons was taken by Warren when I left my camera on the lounge chair to chase after Daisy June one morning.