The pictures are all out of order. We have two birthdays at the end of the summer. I am now a mom of a ten year old. Ten sounds so grown up and Miri acts so grown up. I guess I'm an adult or something. It sometimes feels as if I'm playing house. I don't feel like a mom of four in her thirties. I remember as a teenager that thiry-year-olds seemed so old. They aren't. Well, maybe a little because fifteen-year-olds now seem so young. They are still kids. Don't tell them I think that. They would be so offended.
Ben finally agreed to play soccer this year and he takes it very seriously. It's interesting to see your children face the same activities in such different ways. Sam throws himself around and tries to find fun in the game. Sometimes, that means falling down in a crazy way after every kick. I mean, what's the fun in just kicking? Ben is focused. He moves and kicks very deliberately and thoughtfully. I like watching them.
And they've all started school Aaron and I are the only ones home. Afternoon at my house is so quiet. Ben, Aaron and I have lunch. I take Ben to school and Aaron goes down for a nap. I have a minute to myself. Phew.
