We're Official 

We're Official

Well, I finally got the knot out of my stomach, but not until the very last minute of procrastination. Down to the very last day, I made it to the very last minute before my self-set deadline of choosing a curriculum for Connor's kindergarten program. As I neared a hysterical breakdown, Chris stepped in and suggested we take our two favorite curriculums (Seton and Catholic Heritage) and break them down, subject by subject and see which one provided what we thought was a better all-around education. When he put it that way, it only took us about half an hour to decide. I wish he had told me to do that sooner-- like, six weeks ago! So Connor is officially a Seton student and the curriculum is on its way here, and our official letter to the school district, of our Intent to Homeschool, is on its way to the distric superintendant. Whew, I'm so relieved. Also, surprises are on their way to Grandmom Elio and Mam and Pap Conniff, in honor of their favorite little homeschoolers. (Ror is our unofficial homeschooler; he'll be doing a really loose headstart program this year, just learning shapes and letters and things like that. Basically, just something to make him feel like a big boy too.) Connor, ever the one to take after his Mom, said, "Hey, I don't think I wait that long. Let's just call Grandmom and Mammam and tell them what we got them." LOL
Riley Katie had a blast last night on the trampoline; she would stand up and start to jump and then just stand still and wait for Connor and Ror to jump and knock her off balance. She kept yelling, "Watch! Watch!" Then she buzzed around the yard on Ror's BigWheel for a little while, followed by showing us how she could stand up and jump off of it ("Watch! Mommy, WATCH!"). She's decided that Nicole and Al are the only people in this world who will save her from negative consequences. If she tries to grab something and Chris says, "Not for Riley Kate," she runs to Nicole or Al and grabs their legs, yelling, "NO! NOOOOO!" Last night she was throwing a tantrum and ran to Nicole for support, and when Nicole said, "You must listen to Mommy and not throw a tantrum," the look on Riley Kate's face was priceless. She looked so betrayed.
Connor and Ror are enthralled with the two new big boys, the youngest we've ever had. They love having kids around whose interests are closer to theirs. The four of them spent the whole morning playing Thomas the Tankengine, and everyone had lots of fun. I promised Connor and Ror that they can help me make dinner tonight, so the kitchen should be pretty well destroyed by 6pm tonight.
Well, I must say, my mental energies are completely used up on the great curriculum decision of 2005, so I'll just sign off and hope I remember the rest of what I'd hoped to write by tomorrow.