Holy Moly it is almost time to go back to school. I'm sorta freaking out! Today I spent a lot of time trying to get back into Blogger. I couldn't remember my password and I couldn't figure out how to get back in. The email that is linked to my account is my old work email from 7 years ago and I don't have access to it anymore, surprise, surprise. I finally got it situated and put more info on my account so it shouldn't happen again. I am trying to get my feet under me still but I feel a little more traction. The boys and I went to St. George for a week and then picked up Brandt and went to Bear Lake for almost a week. Now I'm trying to just get my house back in order so I can function again. Bad new is that I read while on vacay and now I just want to read, read, read. That's why I haven't picked up a book in ages. It's terrible! Tomorrow I will try to actually document the two trips for memory's sake and include some photos.
Boys are crazy. Dylan is losing teeth finally. 2 down, one more on it's way. Charlie still hasn't lost any. Porter is starting to walk. He'll get a few steps down and then freak out and fall on his bum. I just can't believe how big he is. So heartbreaking but so exciting, too. Oliver is pumped for kindergarten. He is convinced Mrs. Lemmon is going to be his teacher but we don't find out until Friday. He will be so sad if he is put in the other teacher's class. Either way, it'll be good. The three older boys have been playing a lot together. Lots of legos and imagination play. And lots of mess. I just sent them to bed and they're all panicked cause there room is so messy and dad won't go in and give them a kiss if it's messy (he's off painting the Pease's house). I'm so sick of harping on them and ending up cleaning their room myself so I've just stepped back. They'll probably have to be stuck in their room to clean it tomorrow. I have no room to talk. My room was a disaster growing up and my craft room is awful, now. On the to-do list. Anyway, no news is good news I suppose. I've had some things I've wanted record, but now I can't remember. Imagine that. Ha! I'm getting senile in my old age....
