The kids are both loving school, which-more than anything- has been the biggest relief to me considering all the stress I had over it the past few months. (Naturally, I got a call from Peyton's school two hours into the first day that she had tried to bite another child... But since then, it's been smiley face notes coming home! phew!)
We've been trying to have extra fun over the weekends, since we are together less often as a family these days. Of course, that means starting it out right with Banan-cakes ...
This past Saturday, Peyton and I had a birthday party to go to so Ollie and Jon had a Guy Day for themselves. They went to watch some mud pit racing and to check out a Monster Truck, and after they went to the UCONN game. Ollie is OB-SESSED with football, so taking him to that game only fueled his love. When I asked how his day was, Ollie told me: "It was the best day eva had." So...
On Sunday, my friend Meg and I took the kids to the Coventry Farmer's Market. It was pretty spectacular, as far as farmer's markets go! Fresh produce, fiber arts and food trucks all together? Perfection. Plus, there was this adorable brother-sister Scottish Fiddle band that was really great and the kids had a lot of fun dancing to the music.
I'm gonna be honest here, though. While it's true that the transition into school has gone well and we have been having lots of fun, behavior around here has been a challenge, to say the least. I don't know if its because they are so tied down at their desks for so many hours a week and they just need freedom from rules or what... But I feel like I've been repeating myself over and over and they both just look at me and laugh- or worse, just ignore me- which, as you can imagine, gets frustrating. So... I was the mom at the beautiful, wholesome farmer's market raising her voice half the time. And, the mom who I'm sure all the neighbors hear yelling, "I expect you to listen the first time I ask!" through the woods. And having two so close in age is tough because they egg each other on. I wished and hoped for them to be buddies and they finally are...But that means I have a team against me, now. Sometimes leaving the house with the two of them requires a lot of mental preparation and pep-talking.
I'm sure we can get through it, as we have every other phase. But in the meantime, if you happen to see me out in town and I look frazzled, you'll know why. I certainly don't want to whine and complain here, and I don't intend to... but I know I post a lot of our fun adventures and good times, and I just want to say that we have rough patches too. Someday I'll post of pictures of my little cherubs wrestling/ putting their feet in each others' faces/ getting their arm too close to the others' car seat/ invading the others' general space etc, etc... Because that's how you really show you love your sibling, isn't it? (I know that's how I did!)
Anyway, less complaining in my next post!
Be well, Friends!
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