The sky is falling!

Or not. Maybe the roof will just cave in around me as I finally get to cross "Blogging" off my mental to-do list. And I can't think of anything else witty to say so here are just the facts Ma'am.

Tom is working like crazy these days. We are gearing up for our two-week trip to NM, stopping at several Church history sites, Arches Nat'l park and the Grand Canyon along the way.

I got to go visit my mom to help her recover from her hysterectomy (another future event for me to look forward to?) and got to indulge in chile rellenos and sopaipillas.

Tweedledum is super-excited to start homeschool and Tweedledee is not. She keeps telling me she wants to go to regular school now that all her friends are not around to play with during the day.

The Tank is going to be going to pre-K. I had filled out paperwork last year for him to be put in one of the "over-income slots" in Head Start. There was never any room and he had a great year at Mom's Day Out. I had been getting nervous, wondering how I was going to keep him and Tweedledee separated so they could each get their work done this year when I got a random phone call from the HS director and that they had a spot open for him this year. Priority is given to a 4 year-old who falls in the over-income area over a 3 year-old who is under the income limit. So I called Tom and we felt it would be a good experience for him. I think he was starting to feel a little left out of all the "school experiences". After all, he watched the twins ride the school bus for a year and then go off to the big school last year. I think some structure away from home will give him the boost we both need to have a successful homeschool next year.

The Bug is officially in her terrible twos. Her language developed in leaps and bounds while I was out of town and now has no problem telling me exactly what she wants. She is starting to pick up some back talk from the big kids that needs to be nipped in the bud all the way around.

As I write, Tweedledum is at his first Cub Scout campout with Daddy. Of course, it's pouring rain so he is getting the full experience. In the morning they will be going for a hike and the "big boys" are cooking and doing some afternoon activities with them. I cannot describe the look of pure joy and pride when Daddy finally got home from work and they got the car packed up to leave. I hope Cub Scouts is everything he expects it to be, he is so excited. My heart is just bursting for him to have, maybe, found his niche.