What We Have Been Up To...

Nothing special.
The kids are doing good. The little ones are showing us how fast they can learn. Ananya is doing well walking in her walker. Prasun never stops talking. I do mean never. The child is singing right now. I'm not sure what the words are but he is singing. Patrick has taught him to make songs up. It's really cute.
Ananya goes for her 4 year check up on Thursday. I'm can tell you what they will say. Head circumference less than 3%, weight less than 3%, height less than 3%. Overall health very good. Developmental milestones severely delayed. I'll get to see if she has gained any more weight. I'm guessing they may refer me to a dietician. If hey try to label her failure to thrive I'm going to laugh. She hasn't gained much weight but she did have a growth spurt a few months ago and got taller. She is starting to try to talk and will sit in the floor "reading" a book.
Friday Prasun goes to see Ananya's orthopeadic doctor. I'm excited. I'm hoping she will decide to do something other than just watch him. We have been doing PT since December. She has done really well with Ananya and I like her so I'm hoping it works out well.
Anthony is doing good. I've made some changes at home that impact how effective we are at homeschool. I've gotten a commitment for 1 more year of homeschooling. Anthony is enjoying what we started working on last week so hopefully it will go well from this point.
I haven't talked much about homeschooling here. I may have to do more talking about it. I really have developed a passion for it. I'm planning on homeschooling the rest of our kids. Poor Anthony gets that curse of all the oldest kids. He experiences all of our screw ups. We do so many things wrong and of course it is always to or with him. I've definitely changed as a parent since we started homeschool. I found yesterday that Patrick is a way better preschool teacher than I am. I'm guessing that he may be the one that teaches Ananya to read. I'll be teaching Prasun. The boy doesn't sit still for 5 minutes if you want him to. He wouldn't sit to play on the computer yesterday, but I put him in the floor with some books and they held his attention for 10-15 minutes.
Well I've got to go. I'll attach some pictures and talk to all of you later.

Can I Tell You a Secret?

Lean close.

I hate bath time.
There I said it. I really hate giving the little kids a bath. I will do a thousand loads of laundry and dishes and even change diapers, but I hate putting the kids in the bath.
The sad thing is it isn't the mess. I don't mind the water everywhere. If left alone, it dries. I don't have to clean it up.
I just hate sitting here while they play. It sucks away my joy. They like to lay down. But only 1 lays down at a time. The other one is splashing water on the other. I don't want anyone to get hurt. They inhale the water. Their newest thing is to drink the water. Right out of the cups they play with.
Right now I'm trying to figure out why I get so stressed about them playing in the tub. Its not that bad. Today Prasun keeps petting Ananya's hair and telling her she is a pretty girl. Ananya looks at Prasun and just starts laughing. Then Prasun gets the giggles and they are both just rolling.
I wish I could be joyful about this one task. I really wish it was fun for me.
That's my big confession. I hate bath time and will bribe Patrick to do it given half a chance.

Happy Mothers Day

I wanted to wish all of my friends Happy Mothers Day.
I found this and thought it was fitting. It reminds me that this too shall pass.

The Stages of Motherhood
4 years of Age- My Mommy can do anything.
8 Years of Age- My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot.
12 Years of Age- My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 Years of Age- Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 Years of Age- Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned
18 Years of Age- That old woman? She's way out of date.
25 Years of Age- Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 Years of Age- Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 Years of Age- Wonder what Mom would have thought about it.
65 Years of Age- Wish I could talk it over with Mom.
-Author Unknown
This reminds me that all of our daily struggles will pass. Eventually my son will remember I'm not stupid. Eventually, my little ones won't say "Mom, Mom" ALL day long. But then they will think I'm dumb and then eventually they will come back again.
Hope you all have a great day.