what's up weekly.

YEAH YEAH YEAH.  Friday!

Friday is quickly becoming the best day of the week.  (For reasons other than because Friday is objectively the best day of the week.)  (Though, subjectively, it is now giving Mondays a run for their money, and y'all know how I feel about Mondays: All The Smooches.)

Fridays now involve tea time, artist and composer study, mapwork (which is weirdly a favorite subject amongst all of us, which I didn't anticipate becoming the case), and our nature walk.  This is major for me, because consistent nature walks are something I have been terrible at keeping on the schedule.  It's something that easily gets dumped off the list for me.  But I have found my magic Nature Walk Formula: set an appointment with someone who expects you to show up.  Namely, set an appointment with Todd.

So now every Friday we head over to Shelter Gardens, where we eat a picnic lunch with Todd and take a walk around the grounds.  Is it nature in its most primitive? No.  Is it nature at its most varied?  No.  But it is nature.  And I like the fact that we'll become really familiar with this one spot, and see it change week to week as the seasons change.  I'll hopefully get around to documenting more about it, but for now, that's all I have to say about that.

In other Notable News: Finneas turned seven and a half!  He now has one big tooth on top, filling the hole that has been there for the past two or three years, since they pulled the baby one.  It's nice to see a toothy grin again, though I will miss how scrappy he looked for so long.

In Bruise News, I have a Bruise.  This is no ordinary bruise, friends.  This Bruise can be seen yards away.  This Bruise looks like I should be pressing charges.  But in fact, this Bruise exists because I scratched a single bug bite too hard.  Scripture says creation is groaning under the curse, and I can tell you that the capillaries in my thigh are definitely under the reign of entropy.  It will all be made new.  It will all be made new.

On Saturday, I took the morning to head out by myself for a little alone time.  This chunk of time has become a lifeline for me.  I look forward to it all week - not because I don't love my people and my home base.  I really, really do, and even now, I can't get enough of them.  But there is something about being alone for a couple of hours to think linear thoughts, to read my Bible, to plan my week, to breathe... I come home refreshed and ready to pour it all out again.  This week, I grabbed an iced coffee and then headed back to Shelter Gardens to read my Bible in the shade of a tree, listening to a waterfall.  Not too shabby.

After I got home, we rounded up the kids and ran a couple of errands.  We needed to get some plywood to support the girls' new mattress, and I needed to get a new vacuum.  Our old one is on the fritz, and while I think it's just a belt issue that will be easily resolved with a little finagling, I don't have much time to finagle in the immediate future, and I'm in desperate daily need of a vacuum.  We vacuum twice a day at the moment, and that's still probably not as often as we should be doing it to keep up with the mess.  Our floors are disgusting.

You know that thing like when you watch New Girl, and Jess is so cute with her fake eyelashes and her big hair, and then Megan Fox shows up, and Jess suddenly looks like a big dull dud you could run into at Fareway on a Thursday?  My new vacuum makes my old vacuum look like that.  They're literally the same make and model, but my six-years-newer vacuum is just so Megan Fox.  It is now evident to me that the hose on my old one is held together with neon pink duct tape, and the canister is coated with greasy slime.  I still love it but... the magic has faded a bit.  It will be relegated to basement duty.

Sunday's big news was that Juniper cut her first tooth!  WHERE DID MY BABY GO AND WHO IS THIS TODDLER?  Okay, okay.  Maybe that's overkill.  She's still in toe-grabbing stage, so I still have time to grieve the passing of her infancy.  She had her four-month appointment on Tuesday, at which she measured at the 44th percentile - I'm pretty sure that's the largest any of our babies has been at four months.  I'm going to start calling her The Big Tiny.

(Rando sidenote, I was once in a yoga class in which the yoga instructor kept mixing up the two names for this pose - Happy Baby and Dead Bug - and calling it the Dead Baby.  I think that may have been the last yoga class I ever attended, but I don't think it's because of that.)

This week, school has been much kinder to us.  I think I'm finally finding a rhythm that works for us to get everything accomplished without major stress, which is an answer to prayer.

On Wednesday, we found ourselves with a very unusual, totally open day.  Normally we drive up to the Amish in the morning, but a friend was headed up there and offered to pick up my stuff for me so I didn't have to go.  And we typically take Wednesday afternoons off anyway.  And Atticus and Todd had driven to Kansas City for an orthotropics appointment, so I was actually down one kid.  So the day was wide open... so I had a friend show me how to cut some trim out in the dining room to make room for our bookshelves, and I painted the boys' room.  It was a much bigger undertaking than I had anticipated, and I was a little underprepared, so the ceiling still isn't totally done, but it needed it and I had time, so I just jumped right in.

Did I clean up to make this room look better on the internet?  I'll let you be the judge of that.

Of course I don't have "After" photos, which I really should get because it looks so much better, but that's clearly not hard.  Their room was a total sty.  It's in the back corner of our basement, so I don't have to face it very often, so it gets bad.  It was dingy and dirty and cluttered - but things are looking much better now.  (You'll just have to trust me.)

And yesterday was more of the same: schoolwork and house projects.  We have been keeping busy around here!  I'm ready for our house to hit a period of rest and rhythm, but I'm loving all the transformations taking place - maybe I'll have to do a tour post on all the new things happening.

laurelai's sixth birthday.

Laurelai's birthday party was a couple of weekends ago now (how the time flies!), so I thought it's about time to tell you about it!

First of all, she turned six, so I think it goes without saying that it was Hello Kitty-themed.  (I'm not sure where she has even seen Hello Kitty, but she's seriously obsessed.  Anytime anyone leaves our house - Todd, myself, strangers - she pleads for us to "honk and say, 'Bye, Hello Kitty!'"  So when Todd walks to work in the morning, he has to make the hand gesture for honking and mouth, "Bye, Hello Kitty."  It's a whole thing.)

As usual, we served tacos at the party, because they feed a lot of people (my parents came down for the shindig) and who doesn't like tacos?

As pictured above, she chose a donut cake for dessert.

Penelope spent the morning working on making her some maple fudge.  They'd seen the recipe in Farm Anatomy months ago, and it has been a plan long in the making.

Two things about maple fudge: first, it was weirdly difficult to make.  I figured since it only had four ingredients, it should be easy enough, but it involved a candy thermometer and like twenty minutes of cooking, followed by an hour and a half of cooling, followed by a half an hour of stirring until our biceps turned to dust, followed by four hours in the fridge.  It was a major undertaking.  Second, it turns out Laurelai doesn't like maple fudge.

Luckily, she does like presents.

She got a quilt set for the new bed we're putting in her room.  Which, if you know me at all, has turned into a mini room makeover, because once I get the decorating ball rolling, I just can't stop it.  It's physics, that's all.  Pure physics.

She specifically requested ballerina clothes, and my parents came through.  After presents, I dug out my old pointe shoes and we danced together for a bit.  Laurelai says that her biggest dream is for us to form a mother-daughter ballet troupe when she's a grownup, and spend our days dancing together.  However, it would appear I have some work to do to make that dream happen, as I am most definitely no longer in ballerina shape.  My ankles hurt for like three days after her party.  So she may just have to be the headliner, and I make a token appearance gracefully waving a rose in the background.

The kids made her all kinds of amazing gifts, like this little cutout of the family that Finneas created...

...and this paper doll from Atticus.

We are so in love with our little six-year-old!  She is funny and adorable and pocket-sized.  She loves playing with Barbies and dancing ballet.  She doesn't seem to require food or sleep, so I'm pretty sure her body sustains itself on oxygen and rainbows.  She tells the funniest jokes with no punchline.  (Last night's joke was, "Someone asked me, 'how big is a car?'  So I was lookin' online, and I found a Beetle.  And I was lookin' online, and I found a Smart Car.  And I was lookin' online, and I found a Mustang.  And I was lookin' online, and I found a regular van.  And I was lookin' online, and I found a pickup.  And I was lookin' online, and I found a Kraken.  And I was lookin' online, and I found a MONSTER TRUCK! And I said, Monsters have trucks?"  Bah-dum-cha.)  She loves school, and is quickly learning to read.  She draws the most adorable pictures of people, including melt-your-heart pictures of Jesus.  She is a prayer warrior.  She loves praying any opportunity she gets, and will beg to pray and sing over any siblings who are being laid down to sleep (including every single time Juniper goes down for a nap throughout the day).

Our little Lolo is such a gift to us, a constant ray of sunshine with a beautiful smile and kind words ready for everyone.  She is salty sweetness that makes getting out of bed in the morning worth it.  We just wouldn't be the same without her!

'what's up' weekly.

It's Friday, Friday, gotta blog down on Friday.  Also, HOW IS IT FRIDAY?

Does anyone else feel like this week was super weird?  Like time bent or something?  It went fast, then crazy slow, then super fast again for us.

Saturday was Lolo's birthday party!  My parents came down from Iowa, and we all partied like six-year-olds, which meant we ate tacos, and donuts with Hello Kitty confetti all over them.  (Six-year-olds know how to party.)

Our gift to her was big girl bedding, to go on her BRAND NEW BIG GIRL BED!  I had found a gorgeous Jenny Lind bedframe on Facebook that's so old, it was evidently made before standard mattress sizing, but with some modifications it now fits a double mattress.

But you know how I am with decorating projects.  We got Penelope's bed taken out of the room, and the new bed set up, and it was obvious to me that we needed to rearrange things.  After trying a few different positions in the room, I found the perfect spot for it... but it meant taking out the crib.  And once the crib was out, it was obvious the bookshelf needed to move.  And once the bookshelf moved, it was obvious how pretty the old blue and white rug from our living room in Cedar Falls would look in there.  And once the rug was in there, we discovered the pile of the rug was so thick that the closet door wouldn't open, so we removed the closet door...  Like I said, it became a whole 'thing.'  It took up most of the evening on Saturday, but things are mostly situated now.

But now it's obvious the girls need curtains and a bed skirt, and now that the crib has been dismantled, I need to figure out where we're going to put Callista when we move her out of the nursery to make room for Juniper.  (Rocco is now on the toddler mattress that slides under the bed during the day.)  I think the closet is just deep enough to fit a pack and play, so I might put Callista in there.  But if I do that, I will need to find a spot for Penelope's dresser and all the kids' church clothes... Gah.  You solve one problem and cause fourteen million more.  But it will all fall into place at some point, I hope.  In the meantime, it seems people are happy with the current setup.

On Sunday, Todd taught on Genesis 23 at church.  If you haven't listened to it already, you really should.  It was about Sarah's burial, and it was informative and challenging and moving and thought-provoking.

Monday was Labor Day, and Todd was home from work, so we didn't do school.  I spent the morning out on my own - lately, I've needed to take a few hours each week to clear my head and be alone to think.  With vacation and Laurelai's birthday, it had been about three weeks since I'd gotten some space like that, and I was really needing it.  So Todd offered to hold down the fort, and I went to Lowe's to pick up some plants for the front yard.  (The hostas I had planted around the rock a while ago all got sunburned and ravaged by deer, so things were looking pretty sad.)

Later in the day, the kids caught both a skink and a praying mantis.  The skink-catching was pretty impressive since those things are bonkers speedy.  (Oh, don't you know what a skink is?  It's been described by authorities as a snake with legs.  It moves at about the speed of light, and it has a fluorescent blue tail that it can shed when it's in danger, and then respawn.  If that's not the stuff of nightmares, I challenge you to tell me what is.)  Unfortunately, one of the kids removed the lid from the jar the skink was in, and it got out, but not before biting said kid.  So now it has a taste for human flesh, and is lurking somewhere in my garage.  SEE? NIGHTMARES.

Early, early Tuesday morning when I got up to feed Juniper (oh, did I not tell you she's back to waking up to eat in the night?  Dang four-month sleep regression is killing me), I noticed that my head was pounding and my body hurt really badly.  I thought I was just sore from planting stuff the day before, but it turns out I was coming down with something bubonic.  By the time we were set to start school Tuesday, I was completely incapacitated.  Fever, chills, a migraine, body aches, a sore throat, the whole shebang.  My head hurt so badly that I threw up, and the only thing that I could stand to consume all day was a single Snicker's bar and a Diet Coke.  (Those things help speed up healing, according to ancestral wisdom.)

Penelope was so sweet and ran me a bath, and the kids watched a movie in the afternoon so I could nap.  It goes without saying that we didn't do much school.  I was feeling better by the evening, though my throat has continued to hurt for the last few days.  Such a weird, quick punch of a virus.

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On Wednesday, we went up to the Amish to get milk in the morning (my friend Irene had her seventh baby on Monday, so I got to see a sweet, brand-new baby wearing THEE most adorable, most miniscule Amish outfit.  I die).  After stopping at the library on our way back into town (and successfully navigating that terrible parking lot WITHOUT flattening anything/anyone with the Kraken!), I just laid low, trying to rest and bounce back from Mystery Virus.

WHICH MEANS THAT YESTERDAY WAS OUR FIRST SCHOOL DAY THIS WEEK.  I am so freaking far behind.  Which is why I love/hate that today is Friday already.  On the one hand, I need it to be Friday.  On the other hand, I have too much to squeeze in before the week's finish line that I need another day before the weekend.  I suppose I could just roll things over into next week, but that's not a sustainable method for long and it's only the second week of school.  I don't want to be pulling those shenanigans already.

But if shenanigans must be pulled, then pull them I must.  Here's to a more boring week next week!

advice for going from one kid to two.

A friend of mine who was expecting her second recently asked my advice for keeping the transition smooth when going from one kiddo to two.  Since I actually know quite a few gals who are expecting their second babies right now, I thought I'd share my thoughts here as well!

Rest.

I know there's the temptation to roll your eyes when people say 'sleep when the baby sleeps.' "Do I clean when the baby cleans, and shower when the baby showers, and cook when the baby cooks," you ask.  No, maybe not.  But those are things that you can either do when the baby is awake and in a carrier (or a bouncy seat, as is my preference, or lying safely on the couch or in a pack and play nearby, as has been Juniper's preference), or are things that don't need to happen right away.  Naps are more important than cleaning, if you're allowing them to compete in your mind.  Take a nap and then serve chicken nuggets for dinner.  Take a nap and then shower when your husband gets home.  Take a nap and let the mantel get dusty; in the long run, it's not doing any harm.  But refusing to rest can do you harm. 

As a recovering clean-freak myself, and someone who doesn't really like napping anyway, I had to start seeing rest as a discipline.  It had to stop being optional in my mind.  

Two things are going to hang you up on this point: first, the older kiddo.  If your older kiddo is not in the habit of napping, maybe they should be.  And if they really, really refuse to nap, you can still instate quiet time.  My kids, up through the age of six, spend an hour or two in their beds at the same time each afternoon.  If they sleep, great!  If they don't, oh well.  At least they're contained.  It does take training - no child likes boundaries.  So this might be something to work towards while you're still pregnant if it's not routine in your house yet.  But if you know your older kiddo will be safe in their bed, and that you will have a window of time where you can doze next to the newborn for a bit, you are much more likely to rest.

Here's a bit more about our sleep routines.

Second tripping point: thinking a nap needs to be a naaaaaaaaaap.  Some days, you may only get a 15-minute overlap where the newborn isn't wanting to nurse and the toddler is still in bed.  I have a new mantra for you, both for napping and for life: "Some is better than none."  Some sleep is better than no sleep.

And once the baby is about six weeks old, you can start gently guiding their sleep routine so that you can be on the path to getting more nighttime sleep as well.  Here is a video I did on using Babywise with gentleness, flexibility, and compassion.

Rest, 2.0.

Resting goes way beyond just sleep.  (If you can't tell, I honk the "Rest" horn pretty loud.  If there is one thing I've learned in my course of parenting, it is that there are very few things that are as crucial to family life as adequate rest for everyone.  We have suffered too much at the hands of my refusal to rest early on that I cannot, in clean conscience, shut up about resting.)

Take the first six weeks.  That's about 40 days.  Don't go to MOPS.  Don't go to Target.  Don't go to church.  (In the Old Testament, women were commanded to stay home from the general assembly for 40 days after a boy was born, and 80 after a girl.  God's okay with you missing church after having a baby.  He is protecting you.)  If you absolutely must take your tiny baby out to the pediatrician's office, I guess you absolutely must, but that pediatrician will receive a lot of muttering from me about the insanity of forcing a vulnerable mother and baby out of their nest into a den of infestation and percolation.  STAY AT HOME.  Set boundaries.  

Yes, you'll go stir crazy.  Yes, it will be hard.  But seriously.  It's only six weeks.  If you don't rest, and you end up with a preventable season of PPD (I get that it's too simplistic to say that all PPD can be prevented with adequate sleep, but I really believe many cases can be), it will take you longer than that to crawl out of the hole, so just choose to do the hard work of resting on the front end.  You're capable.  I believe in you.  Stick close to your bed, stay off your feet, rely heavily on freezer meals and meal trains and food delivery.  You need this for your amazing body to heal, and to establish breastfeeding, and to actually get some sleep.

Set the laptop up in your bed so the older kiddo can watch Thomas next to you.  Have a stack of picture books and a basket of snacks nearby so you're not constantly up and down.  Get creative.  Message me if you'd like me to help you troubleshoot.

Practical Logistics.

Park by the cart corral.  I know when you were young and single and carefree, you were told never to park by the cart corral because what if someone hits your car with a cart?  Just reconcile yourself to the fact that your car will one day get written on with gravel and always smell a little like old diapers, and rearrange your priorities.  You're a mom of many now; park right there next to the cart corral.  That way you can load the toddler into the cart right away, and either put the pumpkin seat right in as well, or put the baby in a carrier.  (This is my favorite carrier for really little babies, then at around five months I switch them to this one.)  Then, you can also haul them back that way, and put them in the car right before just popping the cart away.  That way you're not schlepping two babies through the parking lot with no help and no hands.

Keep an umbrella stroller in your car at all times.  A cheap, basic, no-frills umbrella stroller.  This thing is a godsend.  I just plunk the toddler into it when we go to doctor visits, or other public places that don't have carts.  It's mobile restraint.  When you get into the doctor's office, just leave the kiddo in there until it's time to leave, unless it's an absolute must that they come out.  (And I don't mean, "take them out if they don't like it."  They probably won't like it at first.  Again, kids don't naturally like boundaries, and again, it's a trained skill.) The baby goes in a carrier (see a trend?), the toddler goes in the stroller, and you have two hands mostly-free.

Anticipate needs.  Mealtimes will be busy; do as much as you can in advance.  Fill milk cups and prep breakfast the evening before, so that you're not dealing with a hungry toddler/preschooler and a crying newborn.  Don't plan on potty training the older one within the first four months of the baby's birth.  Have a stack of both sizes of diapers, plus wipes, plus extra clothing for each kid, next to the couch, next to your bed, in the van, in your purse, and next to the changing table.  Try to anticipate times in which you'll be needed in two places at once, and try to do as much as you can in advance to help these times go smoothly.

It's okay to make both kids wait.  Often, despite your best efforts, both kids will need something at the same time.  It's okay to tell a toddler to wait a few minutes for seconds on lunch while you nurse the baby.  It's okay to let the baby cry for five minutes in her safe bed while you finish wiping the toddler's butt.  We all have to lay down our "urgency" sometimes, including kiddos.  Don't let these times get your heart racing.  Just remind yourself that it is okay and good for them to learn to wait.

TV is okay.  Maybe you didn't know this.  It's okay if you use it to keep an older child occupied while you do something you absolutely can't do with them underfoot. Be discerning.  Surfing your phone is not a TV-is-my-babysitter kind of situation.  But showering might be.  Sleeping definitely is.  SUPERVISE, THOUGH.  Don't let your young children on YouTube or give them access to the remote.  Let them watch a Daniel Tiger DVD on the laptop in your bed while you sleep, or on the bathroom floor while you shower - do not leave the room when a child is watching TV.  Intentionally pick a show you feel comfortable with, and allow the episode length to be your boundary for how much time you have to get said thing done, and then turn it off.  Here's a helpful hint from me to you: the less TV your child watches on a typical day, the more this works.  If it's just background noise most of the time, it won't occupy them when you need it to.  So turn off the TV until you are ready to employ it as your babysitter, and then let it do its job, and then send it home.

Blanket train the older child.  I'm not sure where this came from originally, but it seems people sometimes react strongly to this idea, so I think I'm using the phrase differently than in its original context.  I'm not sure why people would freak over it, so hear me out.  Get out a crib blanket.  Put 5-7 toys and books on it.  Put the toddler on it and set a timer for 3 minutes.  If they get off, just pick them up, say no, and put them back on it.  Do it however many times you need to.  Then, when the timer goes off, give them a raisin or a chocolate chip.  Eventually, stretch the time to 5 minutes, then 7, then 10, then 15.  Eventually, stop offering a reward every time.  ANNNNNNNNNND, Blanket-Trained.

This is a huge help when you're nursing, in public or at home.  I've heard it referred to as 'a playpen in your purse' - just use a swaddle blanket, a nursing cover, or a towel whenever you need to.  (Usually, if you have a younger baby, you have one or all of these items on hand most of the time anyway.)  It gives the kiddo a visual boundary line, and keeps them from wandering away when you're unable to go after them.  It also teaches them the super valuable lesson of sitting still for a hot sec and getting absorbed in a short stretch of independent play.  Teaching them this skill is a kindness, with all kinds of applications.

And, a final word...

You will feel overwhelmed sometimes.  That's okay and normal.  Unless adding twins, there is no other point in mothering where you literally double your workload all at once, and usually your older child is still young and pretty needy, so the buck stops with you for EVVVVVVVVERYONE'S needs.  You will have to learn how to multiply (rather than divide) your attention and affection for the first time.  Getting out of the house will take eons and you won't know why.  Parenting multiple kids is a learned skill; it takes time to feel comfortable.  Have patience with yourself, and be realistic.

But there's also the flip side: this isn't your first rodeo.  Many of the most important skills are second nature to you by now.  And you will love watching your older child become a sibling - watching them love someone new, someone that you also love, is so bonding and wonderful.  If you can believe it, the new baby will make you love your older kiddo more, not rob from them (or you!)

And for further reminders and help, here is a Facebook video I did on surviving the newborn days...




...and here is a link to a YouTube video I posted on the themes I covered in today's post.

And, as always - don't hesitate to get in touch with me if you have follow-up questions, comments or concerns!  I'm typically easiest to get ahold of through The Minivan Voorsts Facebook page, or my personal page.

what's up weekly. (with vacation! and laurelai's birthday! and juniper wearing a mustache!)

Wkka-wkka-wkka, y'all.  It's Friday.  You may have thought I died, since I didn't post last week, but you know I wouldn't go down that easy and not at least blog my goodbyes first.  And honestly, the longer I'm a parent, the more I really believe I may not ever die, because if I can survive being the point of contact for a toddler with simultaneous e. coli and salmonella, etc. etc., what else can touch me, really?  Bring on the zombie apocalypse; ain't no thang.

Anyway.  We went on vacation, which has been the major news over this last stretch of radio silence.  We left earrrrrrly last Friday morning and spent the day on the road to the Black Hills to visit Todd's parents.  I'm hoping to get some posts written about our time there, since there's way too much to cover in a Friday update that's supposed to cover two whole weeks anyway!  But the general nutshell version of vacation was: hot dang, I needed that.

First, we all adore Road Trip Day.  We make a whole thing of it: I fill the kids' backpacks with surprises, we make super fun stops along the way, we have a good soundtrack, and Todd and I get so many hours to just chat and be together without the same kind of interruption that happens in the day-to-day.  Road Trip Day is seriously one of the best days of the year.

It's the day where we pull shenanigans like overshadowing a sunrise over the Badlands.  And put fake mustaches on tiny, unamused infant babies (and each other).  And admire just how majestic the Kraken looks in front of a picturesque sunset.

Do these finger guns make my mustache look like it's trying too hard?  Or like it's not trying hard enough?  It's hard to tell with these things.

Second, we always love our time up there with Todd's family.  It's a highlight of the kids' year, and I know they're making memories that will last their whole lives.  Memory making is something that I'm becoming increasingly passionate about - Edith Schaeffer points out that time is fleeting; the only way to 'keep' it is to take it with us into the future through memories.  I want to give our kids the gift of a deep well of memories.

Third, I have been absolutely dreading the start of the school year.  For weeks before we left, I would honestly lie awake at night with this weight on my chest, wracking my brain for solutions to the myriad tensions I foresaw cropping up with our homeschool routines this coming year.  Stepping away did me a world of good, and it weirdly helped that we jumped into school like immediately upon our return.  I spent our vacation relaxing my mind a bit, and then I never had ample time to get anxious again before just jumping into the fray.

Which leads me to our other major activity around here over the last two weeks: we started school.  You guys.  I am four days in and it is kicking my butt.  My body hurts at the end of the day!  How does teaching first grade math from the comfort of my own couch make my body hurt?  I am really excited for the stuff we'll be covering this year, and I do really think we'll settle into an easier pace once we hit our groove, but it is a bit insane right now.  I'd like to post soon on what our school days look like - we're just a hive of activity over here!

Why is no one listening to me during Morning Basket?  Oh yeah, because Juniper is the fan favorite.

Math movie for little kids.  Callista is learning about place values.

And yesterday, in the throes of our week, Laurelai turned six years old.  I will post about this sweet little ray of sunshine next week, but for now, let me just say that she chose Lucky Charms for her birthday breakfast, and that is a pretty good indicator of her personality.

She conked out during Story Club.  I don't know if it's because growing is such hard work, or if she is just suffering from Acute SugarCrashiosis after requesting three meals consisting mostly of unopposed carbohydrates, and getting gummy bears for dessert.

Now, on to tackle Friday.  Laurelai's birthday present should be arriving in the mail today (new bedding! for her new, gorgeous, antique Big-Girl bed!  SO excited for her to receive this gift!) and we're indulging in Friday School, which is more slow-paced than the rest of the week and basically like a day-long tea party where we chat over composers and artists and poetry and world maps.  It's all very too-too and just what this weary Van Voorst clan needs in order to end the week strong.