*In a Nut Shell

Number Six

Has been the most different of all my babies.

Even though she looks identical to Karolina, she is a living and breathing version of her own self.

Who is who?

At nearly 14 mos, she refuses to take any more than 5 consecutive steps. But she is a speed crawler and does her best to not miss out on any of the bigger kids’ action packed days. She was reluctant to begin crawling, though. However, when she gave in and went for it, she was such a happier person to live with!

Anastasia loves being the baby still. With every beat in her little heart. And, as frustrating it can be at times, I am loving her willingness to still be the baby. 

Last night, we let the kids stay up later than usual to watch Moana for the tenth time. Anastasia crawled around, being a cute little terror, but brought us her blanket and parked herself where she is the happiest, no matter what. (I think mostly because she loves her Daddy the mostest though:).

*In a Nut Shell

Greetings

… from inside my happy home. 

That I have [not] been feeling trapped in. 

With relentless squabbling children.

I can’t tell you how many times our days has stopped in the middle of everything to say a rosary. The kids are catching on a bit, so I think are actually trying to be better in order to not have to say two, or more, rosaries in one whole day.

This is my first summer, I think?, that I am noticing how many little people I live with. I still love them all with my whole heart and self and am so proud of the young aspiring individuals they each are.

But!

Sometimes. Not always. Sometimes, I walk down the hall and glance in a bedroom as I pass it by and find things like

Salad?!?!!!

in the middle of the floor. Amidst yesterdays Church shoes, last night’s jammies, and whatever else. You know? Because it makes the most sense to grab a bag of salad and drop it off on the bedroom floor. No biggie.

On a serious note, though, things really have been going pretty well so far this summer. 

I’ve only had to ask a handful of random questions like:

  • Why are the chickens in the highchair?
  • Who painted the dog?
  • Why is there a tree branch in that shoe?
  • Who used melted crayon on my van?
  • Why must we fight over who sits in what barstool?
  • Why is there salad on the bedroom floor?

They’ve been busy with lots of swimming and sleepovers, we are doing swim lessons again this year, yes! We’ve also been doing lots of things at our parish, like monthly rosary processions for Our Lady of Fatima similar to what they’re doing each month in Portugal.   

Summer school starts next week, so we will sorta be on “fun hold” for the month of July, but the kids are all in various reading programs; I imagine they’ll rack up some more hours and titles to earn more books and prizes during our “fun hold”. Faith is almost done with The Hobbit, afterwards she will dive into Heidi. Once summer school is over, we will hit it hard again for most of August before school begins.

How’s your summer? I hope you can compete on the same level as my found salad!

*In a Nut Shell

Number One

I just chopped 12.5 inches of Faiths hair off.

She insisted on a beach look, even though those weren’t her exact words. So, I didn’t get to blow dry and style to see what it really can be.

But, I am okay with that. It’s her head of hair, and she trusted her less than amateur mom to hack off her locks to donate to little girls who have cancer. She chose Wigs for Kids because her hair will certainly go to a little girl and free of charge.

An added bonus that it is summer and taking care of that head of hair was a chore in and all of itself.

She looks so much more grown up now! Between the Revolutionary Ball with Lowell and now this major change in appearance, it is quite clear that we are embarking on the transition from little girl to young woman. 

*In a Nut Shell

El Pollo Loco

I am crazy about chickens. 

Like… I love chickens.

Everything about them. Their adorable tininess as chicks, their goofy walk, their eating up our scraps, eggs, their clucking, the way they run and scurry across the yard to peck at a bug that one of them finds.

Love.

For Mothers Day, I got 4 chicks and a small coop to house them in. The coop is going to get renovated because it just isn’t going to be big enough for 4 full grown hens. But! We have chickens again!! 

*happy dance*

Yesterday morning, bright and early, my chickens were all lined up and staring in the windows. I laughed and imagined they came to tap the window and wish me good morning. “Bock, bock, hellloooooo!” Then, Last night, I noticed that they didn’t put themselves to bed at dusk like they usually do and I could not figure out why.

About an hour after dark, they were still hanging out just outside the back doors, pecking at the glass occasionally. So I opened the door to go see if maybe the coop door got closed so they decided to sleep with Daisy (our dog), and realized it was still pretty warm outside.

It hit me. The doors don’t seal shut very well, so they decided to sleep where they could feel the a/c slipping through the cracks!

Tonight, it has happened again. So I decided, after the added trick of trying to fly in, to see what would happen if I opened the door to them…



They were so excited to come in, but we’re only left to their own devices for about 5 minutes before I gave them the boot!

Who needs a dog??