Wonder Boy is six years old. He is the only one of my children officially in school. This year has been very exciting for him because he has made the transition from struggling to read easy readers to reading chapter books. He loves history and comic books.
Jophus just turned five. In his mind so much changed with that birthday. "We can't watch Riki Tiki Tavi," Wonder Boy said just today. "Jophus is scared!" "Not since I turned five," he replied. He is my little gymnast. We started him in gymnastics class to save the furniture and this is his second year.
Little Pookie is one and a half. She is the princess of the bunch. As an infant she was so different from her brothers. She was so much easier than the boys. If you kept her clean, dry, and full she was happy. I don't know if it was because of temperament, being a girl (everyone swore to me it made a difference) or that we were finally getting the hang of this parenting thing. Now though, she is developing a very strong sense of self. You know if she like something ("Shoe! Shoe!") or not ("No, Mama). That will probably serve her well with two big brothers.
Life, sustained: Part 2
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