Aaron, Ollie, Lincoln, Ivan
We've been doing our best to enjoy these last days of summer. Aaron took Lincoln and Ivan to the Father's and Sons camp-out last weekend. I took this picture of all my handsome boys together before they left. It might be one of my favorite pictures ever. I love them all.
Adelia and Ollie and I stayed home and had a "Girl Party". We went shoe-shopping for Del, and then came home and painted our nails after Ollie was in bed. I love hanging out with my cute girl.
Ollie's been having some grand adventures of his own. The other night he was playing with Aaron in the hallway upstairs and he tripped and smacked his head right on the corner of the door frame. Ouch! And he's got a nice goose-egg on his noggin to prove it. Poor baby.
He's also discovered coloring...on the walls and everything else. If the big kids are doing an art project, I tape a piece of paper to the table and let him color that way. He thinks he's big too. :)
Aaron took Ollie to nursery for the first time on Sunday. Technically he's not supposed to start for another couple of weeks, but he was being wild in Sunday School, so Aaron went in the nursery and sat with him. Then the two guys who were subbing in there for the teachers, told Aaron he could go ahead and go to Elder's Quorum. When Aaron picked Ollie up at the end, the teachers said he did great, and didn't get sad until about 2 minutes before Aaron came. So maybe nursery won't be as traumatic as I thought. Now if they'd just release me from my Singing Time calling, Sundays might actually be enjoyable.
And we're taking advantage of these last summer days to eat ice cream cones and hit up the splash pad a few more times.
And as for me, I'm about at that point in pregnancy where half more normal clothes still fit and half don't. So I've been looking in the maternity box to see what my options are. This dress I'm wearing isn't actually a maternity dress, but the way it's sewn it will work out swell to wear while pregnant. I love it. Just putting it on makes me happy. It's my favorite color, and it's such a fun dress to wear. I'm so glad I kicked the black habit back in February. Wearing colors is so much more satisfying.

So this is me at 24 weeks pregnant. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday and the Doc said everything looks and sounds great. He asked me what we were going to name this little girl. And I told him I didn't know, we hadn't decided yet, and that the fifth baby was hard! He said, well tell me the names of your others. So I did. And then he said, so not Biblical names, but real, and solid. None of these made-up Utah names. I had to laugh. Seriously though! The names some people name their children! :)
I don't think we're any closer to picking a name than the last time I posted about it. The top 3 are still Ruby, Rosalie, and Sadie. I still love Mavis but I don't think we'll use it because of the S ending. Eleanor I also still love, and we are considering it for a middle name. We are also considering Evelyn as the middle. It's my Grandma and my Great Grandma's name on my mom's side. It means "wished for child" which I adore. And it has a "lyn" ending, which would tie it to my middle name Lynn, without me having to actually use the middle name Lynn. (I won't use Lynn by itself. I have nothing against my middle name, but it's too common and boring. It's like the place-holder middle name for anyone born in the 80s. I promise you, I know at least 100 other people with the middle name Lynn.)
What else have I been doing besides obsessing over baby names? I've been working hard trying to get my school room ready to go by September. It's coming along awesome. I've also been thinking about and working on putting together our curricula for next year. The kids and I have been doing science and art projects.
We've kind of kept to ourselves. I guess. I don't know. I'm kind of done with people at the moment. Not any particular people, just the general population. I don't have any anger or irritation or anything like that, more just a desire to be left alone. I feel like I've been really introspective lately. I've been turning my phone on silent and leaving it in my purse all day, so that I'm not bothered by the thousands of interruptions from phone calls, texts, emails, and Facebook notifications. I'll check those things when I want to. When I decide it's a good time for an interruption. I don't want to be gotten a hold of. I don't want to stop what I'm working on. I just want to be in my house with my husband and children, and I want everything else to fade into the background for a little while. I'm tired of people wanting things from me, and I'm even more tired of people wanting things from Aaron. Just leave us alone and let us be a family. Leave us our evenings to sit in the backyard we worked so hard on and watch our chicken scratch for bugs while our children run circles around them. Leave us our weekends to work on our own projects, or go on our own adventures. Let me have my nights to read books, and make lesson plans. Let Aaron have his early mornings of quiet for peace and reflection without being invaded by the work of other people he feels strangely obligated to help with. Let me have my days to teach my kids at my pace and in my way. Let me focus my best efforts on the relationships that matter the most. I don't need help. I'm not drowning. I'm not depressed. I just need the excess to fall by the wayside for awhile. I just want to simplify.
This is when I start thinking about moving. Not seriously, because we love our home and neighborhood, and Aaron's job is a great fit for us right now. But wouldn't it be grand to live somewhere new, with new people and new places to explore? Where no one knew that you were the neighbor sprinkler do-it-yourselfer go-to-guy? Where people weren't comfortable enough with you yet to ask you to baby-sit? Where you and your husband and children were all each other had, and you got to make traditions and holidays exactly the way you wanted them? As much as I missed our extended families when we lived in TX, and hated missing out on everything, there is a part of me that thinks it would be so nice to go back. To be on our own again. Maybe what we need to do is buy a vacation house somewhere, and just go live in it for three months out of every year. That way I could live the normal, busy, involved-in-everything life that I usually love, but then I'd have a retreat to run to when I get in these introspective moments.
I'm thinking somewhere green and with cooler summer temperatures than UT would be nice. Any suggestions? How's Maine? Has anyone ever been to Maine? Lighthouses sound really cool. So does the ocean.