Something has changed in her.
She has become self-aware.
There is a boy her in class who gives her butterflies in her tummy.
She doesn’t like to wear her hair up; she prefers it down by her face.
Something has changed in her.
She has become self-aware.
There is a boy her in class who gives her butterflies in her tummy.
She doesn’t like to wear her hair up; she prefers it down by her face.
We spent the past weekend with our church family at Green Bay Bible Camp for our annual Family Camp. It was fun. And exhausting.
Oh, these days are full. Annual visits from dearly loved aunties:
Brin turned two:
Avelyn started Grade One:
And Karenna had her first day of Junior Kindergarten.
Avelyn has been fighting a fever and flu for four days now: chills, dizziness, vomitting, aches, the whole she-bang.
Avelyn is getting used to her new glasses.
The older girls danced beautifully at their year-end ballet recital.
I’ve been working too much, but that’s the name of the game.
Somewhere along the line I became one of those people who only blogs once a month. When I first started blogging, I was so into it and would easily pound out five posts a week, loving every minute of it.