Another fun fact: Caedmon adores Adelaide. Put these two facts together and you get Caedmon skipping up to Adelaide for a hug as soon as she emerges from her cave in the morning, and getting a snarl for his efforts. This results in Caedmon cowering behind me, peeking out to see when Mr. Hyde has gone, and in Adelaide retreating to a world populated by fake people, who are far less bothersome than real ones over breakfast.
This is the last week we'll be doing our breakfast dance, however; school starts next week. My brain has done an admirable job of not freaking out about the fact that all three (giant) babies of ours will be in school, full time, five days from now. Every once in a while I will torture myself with a mental image of Caedmon looking forlornly out the window of the school bus as he is driven away from me, but other than that, things are fine! Totally good!
Thankfully, the same day I send my children out into the cruel world (aka to very nice schools with wonderful teachers) I will be going to work, as I have somehow managed to convince a library to hire me. It's part-time, while the kids are in school, and I start next week.
In other, less dance-y news, I seem to have broken a toe. Of all the things to break, this is obviously quite minor, but not to worry! I have still used it as an opportunity to feel sorry for myself.
How did I break it? Why, making the bed, of course! I'm taking it as a sign from God that I should no longer do such things.
Really what happened is I stubbed my toe (while making the bed), heard a crack, saw the toe was at a slightly odd angle, and I've been icing and elevating and buddy wrapping ever since. The worst part is I haven't been able to run for going on three days now. THREE. DAYS. Never mind that I have a race next weekend. My new goal for that race is simply to be able to stagger across the finish line. How fun!
|Aww, this guy and I look exactly the same when we throw tantrums!|
Now we have to go buy multiple pairs of shoes because our children jump a shoe size an average of once every three months. This is not hyperbole. Also on the docket is hugging those same kids just long and tightly enough to alarm them. Parenting is so fun.