Author: Pam
Live in New Orleans. Married to George. Have identical triplet boys, born 12/4/07. Love to sew.
11/18/12
A friend of mine found out today what the sex of her baby is, and so on Sunday we got together and I took photos of her and her husband and dog, Bud. Bud wore a pink bow in some pictures and a blue bow in others, and she will be posting the appropriate photo to share her news.
But it’s not my place to give it, so here is Bud in black and white. Ha!
(I can say the baby is a healthy one, and that’s what really matters.)
11/17/12
11/16/12
11/15/12
Uh, oops. I kind of used up all my decent pictures for the other post. Anyway, here’s Linus doing a worksheet with some classmates.
“Helping” at school
Ever since I volunteered in Miles’s classroom with Halloween crafts a few weeks back, I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to do the same in his brothers’ classes. Today was the day I went to Linus’s class to help with painting. I say “help”, but there wasn’t much to do. But it was fun to see how the class worked, and honestly, there is nothing better than a room full of four year olds (that don’t all belong to you.)
The best part was walking in to the classroom. I didn’t tell Linus I was coming, so when the door opened and he saw me, his face just lit up. Then his teacher asked the class to say hello to me. Twenty little kids said, “Bonjour, Miss Pam” and I expired on the spot.
Linus was doing a workshop
while I assisted some of the other kids with their paintings.
This adorable moppet just wanted to show me a picture of her dad from the paper, and insisted I take a photo of herself, her painting, and the clipping of her daddy.
After painting was done, the kids got a little free time, where I got to talk to some more of the kids. I remembered one little girl from recess when I’d volunteered in Miles’s class, and she spent much of the morning glued to my side. So cute. I think she and Linus must be buddies because she informed me that she wanted to have him over for a sleepover. And then she told me she could pick him up. So she did. Maybe she reminds me of myself a little? If only I’d had those freckles.
I loved seeing Linus play with his friends and I can honestly say now that we made the right decision in separating them.
Finally, I had to leave, but not before listening to the teacher give them instructions for their next project. I had no friggin’ clue what she was saying, but the kids were all nodding and following along. Cool.
11/14/12
Oliver and Millie are scientists. Messy scientists.
11/13/12
11/12/12
I’m glad you can’t see my kids in this picture, because then you won’t know that I am a terrible mother and didn’t put them in rain jackets or rain boots.
I also have to tell you about a humorous exchange the kids had that day.
Linus: When we grow up, I’m going to be a race car driver, and Oliver and Miles are going to be superheroes.
Millie: That’s not how the world works.
And thus, dreams are crushed.
11/11/12
11/10/12
Seven.
I know if you looked back at every blog entry from November 12 for the past four or five years, you’d read the same thing.
“Look how young we looked!”
“So innocent!”
“So thin!”
“We had no idea what was in store for us…”
And so on and so forth.
It’s still true.
Happy seven years, dear!
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