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I am absolutely a lover of the idea of a Sabbath school schedule, or year-round schooling. But this year. We need a summer. Last year was a trying school year with a high level of stress increased by the emotions of a miscarriage and successful pregnancy. The baby Mermaid Warrior is two months old, the toddler Rascal is turning three this week, the Princess (still toddler in many ways) is turning six in August, and the eldest – my super hero loving adventurous bibliophile is turning eight in the end of July. Summer vacation = Rascal’s birthday through AppleBlossom’s birthday and on until right after the Princess’ birthday. Our summer will be birthday season. While this will not qualify in the future for Mermaid Warrior’s birthday, she can stand in as an anticipation celebration about the break of schooling to come. So many things in our non-class time is educational.. . .
I cannot believe that it is almost two months since my fourth child joined our chaos and creative madness world. She doesn’t make eye contact often, she is always so busy examining the environment around her. Yet, when she does the smile she quirks is too adorable to resist. Whenever her daddy comes around she always grins whether she is awake or asleep. And oh those grins she’s makes, it makes the world for ’round. She’s a keeper an drew a good addition for sure. School is still going. Normally I like to take a birthday season summer from mid July to a little later in early-mid August. But since we had so many interruptions last year I am trying to push a little bit more. This week, we have visitors so school is out the window. But I’m curious how far we can go. Right now we are continuing. . .
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An app I’m testing out, tells me that 45 days ago my daughter was born. 45 days ago, five weeks early we got a wonderful eight pound surprise in a perfectly healthy little Mermaid Warrior. June 20th, last year, was a day when my heart broke as I endured my second miscarriage followed by necessary surgery. Six is the number of times I’ve been pregnant. Four is the number of live children I have. Thirteen is the quantity of years my world has revolved around my Enginerd, and eleven is the number of years that I have legally called him mine. It seems that for many months, I have meant to sit down and write this post. Yet I kept keeping myself back. It’s personal. It’s not full of photos. It probably won’t get a single comment. But isn’t that why we started blogging in the first place, back when, to share our. . .