Lullaby and Goodnight.

We have decided that since Princess Petey has successfully survived her first year here on this planet we call home that it was high time to attempt to teach her how to sleep through the night.

"How is this done?" you might ask. My reply would just be one of confused silence.

Over the last umpteen years I have tried on many occassions to get my children to learn the value of sleeping all night. I have even tried, once or twice, to convince them to sleep all night in their OWN beds. (Since I rolled over this morning to discover Squish next to me it is obvious that this has failed.)

Anyway...

Petey gives up for the evening at about 10pm. I place her sweet little body in her crib making sure all of her beloved blankets are within patting distance and sneak out of her room. Then comes the hard part... remembering why I wanted to do this when she wakes up and cries at 2am.

The first night she cried for over an hour. About 20 minutes on the second and only about 10 minutes on the third. I thought we were home free. Till last night... she cried for an hour and a half.

Not just a wimper, mind you, but an out-right being massacred scream for almost 95 minutes. Good grief! I hope tonight is easier. I am not strong enough to last many nights this way.

Oh, well. Why should she figure it out any faster than her brothers?

I'm Bored!

The day has finally arrived. The countdown has changed from days to hours and most of my boys are thrilled. It is , of course, the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. Yesterday was Kindergarten graduation for Jellybean. He has had a great year despite my concerns for him. He loved Mrs. Crowe and even enjoyed going to speech therapy every week. He is excited to go to First grade except when he thinks about leaving Kindergarten then he isn't so sure.

Squish has cried several times this week, even at school. He does not want to move to the other school for 3rd grade. He says the PtRidge is too big and he doesn't want to go. I have tried to tell him all of his classmates will be there too but so far he isn't buying the idea.

8th grade graduation was last night. My son looked very handsome in his white shirt and tie (I need to get him a new belt) and he did a good job when the choir performed "We go together" from Grease. I was very proud. He has worked super hard this year and has all A's and B's. I only cried a little.

Brownie only has a few days off before he starts class at the college again. Between that and his work schedule... he will have lots of free time. Hannah time, I mean. :)

I figure even if I try to include field trips to the zoo, trek, Sound and volcano it will not take very long for someone to announce he is bored and right after someone will start the countdown to when school will be starting again.

It will probably be me....

Something to look forward to.

The nice thing about being senile is You can hide your own Easter eggs.

I wish...