Adieu, Shakespeare

In eight fateful weeks, I have:

-Read 9 Shakespeare plays

-Written 10 papers

-Watched 1 Shakespeare movie

-Typed 12,566 words

-Answered 16 discussion questions

-Logged 65+ homework hours

-Lugged my 3400 page Norton Shakespeare to the beach 1 time

-Cried 0 times about homework (this one is the real miracle!)


I just submitted my last paper for the course and I'm going to bed.

But I will probably jump on it first in celebration if Craig isn't already asleep.

Striking it Rich

Got this promising email in my inbox today:

"Attention honorable beneficiary please confirm your details for the claim of your over due fund worth $13M."

I'm trying to decide what I should do with the money first. Do I bribe someone to write my final Shakespeare paper or should I buy every kind of cereal there is? Decisions, decisions.

Can't wait to "confirm my details" and start spending.

All For Me

I have been spending the majority of my days with this tiny princess:

If you're guessing that it's blissful, you're right. Not only am I enjoying how free it feels to only have to answer to one child's needs for an extended period, (something that I always took for granted when I actually only had one child) I am also loving her little quirks and the fact that I get her ALL to myself from 7:40 in the morning to 2:25 in the afternoon, five wonderful days a week.

The fact that she says adorable things like, "I bet I'm hungry" and sings "I love He-Man, he loves me" only increases the bliss factor by like a million.

Finally a sweetie I don't have to share.

(And who doesn't have to share me.)

Leaving the Nest and Going to School

Diz. Ang. My kids have done it again. Growing up without my permission, that is. This time they were both the culprits: Savanna in the form of going to kindergarten, and Julia in the form of starting second grade. I got back home from dropping them off on Monday and I thought to myself, "Did I really just take my baby to kindergarten?" Why yes, yes I did.

Thankfully, they have both transitioned beautifully, which I must give them credit for doing in the wake of so many changes this summer. (Like moving. Twice.) And, I, for my part, am doing better than I thought. I teared up on the way out of the building, I will admit, but in dealing with all of the craziness of the past few months, it is excellent to have some sense of normalcy and routine in my life once again. (Also, grocery shopping without three children in tow today for the first time in Idon'tknowhowlong was like an early Christmas miracle just for me, packaged in a shiny, kid-free shopping cart and wrapped with a Fry's receipt.)

I love them. I miss them. I am ecstatic to see them at the end of the day. But so far, they are thriving.

And so am I.

Uh, is it just me, or are regular clothes SO much cuter than boring uniforms?

Friends Again

I love it when the girls are friends...though, I will admit, towards the end of the summer, that was happening with less and less frequency. Usually, they absolutely love playing together, but 9 weeks with not much to do, and tons of time together, and no other friends to play with (since we don't know anyone yet!) was a bit much. Now that they are in school (more on that soon!) they can actually miss each other again.

And, if you ask me, that's one of the things that sisters need most.

playing "pretend winter" when our a/c was broken.

(bad timing, if you ask me).

on a stroll in flagstaff, where you can 

actually wear pants this time of year.