I know I blah, blah, blahed about this in the last blog, but Dave and I continue to be shocked at this thing called "Spring." IT'S BEEN SO LONG. The last Spring we actually had was two years ago, when the twins were turning 3 and it was the first time in, OH THREE YEARS, Dave and I had some semblance of a life.
It's just amazing: we are planting things in the garden and landscape bed....and they are growing. We have more (!) baby chicks and they are thriving. Nights are not fraught with fears of going back to the hospital. I wake up early most days and do some work. I am even somewhat regularly exercising.
I am living and it feels like forever since that has happened!
I'm also still doing the intermittent fasting and living somewhat gluten free. While my incredibly mainstream doctor was surprisingly supportive of my continuing a completely gluten free life, I've seen some research posted about whether gluten sensitivity is real that gives me pause. Celiac disease is absolutely real. Hashimoto's disease is real. Many people have real gluten allergies. And this is ONE STUDY out of many people's experiences that questions gluten sensitivity. But it makes me wonder if it's the *processing* that's the problem with gluten products that is causing *my* symptoms. I don't know. I would really like to just eat non-processed, recognizable food and call it a day.
But holy cow. Here is the crazy thing: the twins are going to graduate from Pre-K is two weeks. I don't know if I'm going to get emotional when they start Kindergarten, but I'm already weepy thinking about them leaving daycare. And not because they are going to be home full-time or we're going to get so much more tax free money now.*
We've been working with many of the teachers at the twins' daycare for 8 to 10 years. These teachers have been some of the best sounding boards and parenting advice givers we've known. They've worked with 100s of children and have been trained to work through gentle discipline, education, and character development. They've been our coaches and our children's mentors for a long time. I feel like we're leaving our extended family and starting the kids in "The System." (Which for those of you whose oldest children are still in daycare is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT)
Christopher--who will be going by the name Kit at school--is convinced he is going to be a Boy Artist. I don't know why he has to modify artist with a gender, but there you have it. He assures us that when we come visit him when he grows up, he will draw us in whatever color we want. Even the animals!
Bridget remains extremely opinionated, and while reading Sonia Sotomayor's autobiography, I was inspired for her. Now Bridget asks "Mommy, what am I going to be when I grow up? The one who decides what is right and wrong?" "A judge." "Yes! I'm going to be a judge *and* a bus driver when I grow up!"
How did this happen? How did we all get so grown up?