Homework, anyone?

I'm learning that I like going to class, but I don't like doing homework. It takes a lot of thought for me to stick it in my daily routine. I"m also learning that I can only listen to music while I study psychology if I don't know it. So anything familiar is out. Part of my brain starts humming along while I'm reading, and it doesn't work so well. I've also discovered that late at night is not a good time to read psychology. For example: "To manage its complex activities, a special part of working memory - called the central executive - directs the flow of information." Or perhaps "Explain how cohort effects can affect the findings of both longitudinal and cross-sectional studies. How do sequential designs reveal cohort effects?" At 10 o'clock in the morning I can usually figure it out, but after 10 at night, it becomes a bunch of gibberish.

The boys are bringing home the contents of their desks and cubbies from school. We are beginning to overflow with nametags, pencils, crayons, workbooks, and papers. Isaac and Kaleb really only have two days of school left, since Friday will be just their program and then I take them home.

And my morning today

Today was such a fun Monday morning. I forgot I hadn't changed the boys' clock back from "weekend" time, so after 7, they still weren't up. I apparently slept through all THREE alarms on my phone, as well as Derek's. So up we jumped, running around like crazy. Made oatmeal for breakfast, and as I called the boys for breakfast and reached up to get the brown sugar, the honey toppled right into the oatmeal. I had oatmeal behind the counter, on the counter, on the wall, on the cabinets, on the mixer, on the floor. And we all know how fun oatmeal is to clean up. I still have some behind that stupid cupboard that is pulled away from the wall. I'll never get to that. We'll just call it new texture.

I got bit again on Saturday. I may start paying people if they can figure out what is biting me. Me, not Derek, Evin, Isaac, Kaleb, or Ian. It's becoming extremely unsettling. Derek and I took apart our bed yesterday, looked it over carefully, flipped it, remade it, and are washing pillows and blankets. But if it's our bed, why isn't Derek getting eaten? All I know is they hurt!

Five more days of kindergarten, and 10 of school for Evin. Yikes.

And all three boys

And a video of Isaac . . .

Finally we have video of Kaleb!