Word.

Sometimes I forget that it's okay to just write whatever I want even if it's pictureless meaningless chatter. So here goes.

I've been organizing my house from summer-time slacking and also putting my family back on some kind of schedule (not as easy as it sounds) since school started last week. Olen is out of the house every morning by 6am, so we are changing scripture reading to an evening activity. Plus we can put London down for bed and better help Porter sound out words like 'Rameumptom'.

Speaking of Porter, he is liking school a little more each day. I can tell he misses kindergarten and how he had rest and snack time. He told me, "First grade is like real school, mom!" I told him, "Wait until college." He didn't get it.

London is driving me crazy because she is so bored without "Poe-Poe" home. She wants me to be her nonstop entertainer and it's getting old quick. I pretty much begged my friend that I visit teach to let her four-year-old son just come over and play with London once or twice a week. I think I freaked her out.