Keeping this up

I am going to keep this blogging up for so many reasons but mostly because it really serves as a chronicle of our family life.  In this age of digital cameras it seems as if we take a million pictures but fail to print any of them; and, if they happen to get printed, then putting them in an album becomes item no.6 on a to-do list that was written when the third baby was 18 months.  He is now 6 and a half.  So, blog I must.  There is one slight problem, though.  Apparently I have exceeded my picasa web album quota.  They tell me I need to purchase more space.  Such things are beyond me at the moment; so, you will have to wait for pictures.  We all look the same - just a little bit taller and a little bit older.

If anyone is wondering about  the baby:  Sarah is a wonderful baby of the type I had heard tell but didn't believe would thrive under what I always thought was a meager milk supply.  Apparently I am not the problem; more the hearty appetites of the boys.  Anyway, she is lovely and peaceful and makes one wonder why in the world everyone wouldn't have six children if only to have her.  Who knows?  Maybe she'll turn on me tomorrow.

The twins have entered grade 4 which is the first grade that I really remember, probably because we had just moved from Ottawa to Halifax when I entered gr.4.  Hannah is loving her teacher as she "does art all the time".  I guess that is why she asked for ten glue sticks on the school supply list.  Jacob walked home today reading a book and walked clear past our driveway until I called him back.

Benjamin is in gr. one and comes home everyday with a prize from the treasure box for being quiet.  I don't know if his teacher realises that she is going to go broke rewarding Ben's lack of words.  Perhaps I should tell her that his kindergarten teacher encouraged us to practise his conversational skills over the summer.  Yesterday he brought home a foam football and then he mistakenly let Joe play with it.  Joe bit off the end.  Consequently, when, or if, Joe brings home a reward he will have to give it to Ben.  Poor Ben.

Joe is still in kindergarten although he is unsure whether or not he is in junior or senior.  I am unsure as well.  I asked him with whom he played at recess today and he got this really pathetic look on  his face and said that he had no one to play with:  "I just sat there sadly and cried."  Except that when he said sadly it sounded like saddlely and all I could think of was him sitting on a saddle crying at recess.  Don't worry about him, though.  I don't believe that the tears were long lasting and the saddle part probably only lasted moments.

Isaac adjusted beautifully to Sarah's arrival except that his vocabulary disappeared and soose, bottle, blanket etc. all became "Sarah".  I don't want to wonder about the psychological meanings of this language modification.  And, Sarah, well, Sarah is screaming blue murder on my lap.  Apparently, she can read.