And we still don't have anything fun to do, according to Caleb. There are still no boys his age in this neighborhood. One of the reasons we moved was to get in to an area with more children. Well, we accomplished that, but they are either much older or younger or all girls. Poor kid, he never gets a break from the girls, until dad gets home from work.
We are done with the basement. It is so wonderful. Essentially, our house size is now doubled. We can now park in the garage because we were able to move all our junk downstairs. We sifted through it all, and all we have to take to the DI is a small pile. I was hoping I could relinquish a lot more of my C-R-A-P but I just can't throw most of it away. I guess I can do what most people do--hand on to it until I die and let my kids throw it away.
Eva's walking, Lauren's potty training, and Caleb is getting ready for second grade. I am so proud of my smart kids. They are wonderful. Even when they fight and cry and complain.
