When I pick you up from school, you are in the best mood. You are very talkative and love to tell me all about your day.
"Today, when we went outside, we saw a snapping turtle!" You say it funny, because a few weeks ago, you got your pallet expander. You've done very well getting used to it. I forget you even have it. Except, of course, when I have to turn it every night. You've even had to remind me a night or two. And keeping it clean. The first day at school, you told me you "rinsed" it 4 times. The teacher even mentioned how responsible you were with it at school. I think, personally, you like having responsibilities. And that is something I will gladly encourage.
"I picked flowers today for Ms. Crichton. But they died. Because she didn't see them on her desk until later. And they probably needed water".
Then, tonight, as we are getting out of the car, I spy you picking some weeds. Proudly, you hand them to me. "I picked you some flowers," you say, "Are you going to put them in soil and water?" But of course! I bring them inside and put them on the kitchen counter, because my hands are full, and I promise to put them in water.
You look in the cabinet for a "short cup" and I watch you put the flowers in a glass with water. After a bit, you grab another glass (a shot glass) because the smaller flowers won't stand up straight. Then I see you setting them up on a ledge near a window, opening the blinds so they can get sunlight.
You have many moods.
When you are happy, you are sweet, talkative, and goofy. You are helpful, eager to please. You offer to clean up or do something where you feel useful. You like to hug on me. Usually, morning is your favorite time of the day. On the weekends, you will wake up by yourself (you are usually the first to rise), make cereal, and watch your favorite tv shows.
When you are bored, you are obnoxious and don't listen well. You pick on Jackson until you get in trouble. Then you resort to playing with Bella. Which eventually gets you yelled at for making too much noise, making a mess, or breaking something. Sometimes you try to show off, which doesn't end well for you either.
When you are angry or frustrated, you can be defiant, prideful and stubborn. And try to pretend like you don't care about anything. But eventually you will break down and cry. Because you do care. A lot.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.