I do have other children...

Contrary to how it looks on this blog...

I do indeed have other children.

Here's a bit of what they are up to.
DanDan is my music man. I don't think he could possibly go a whole day without making noise. But, it's good noise (most of the time). He plays the piano for pleasure, not just practice. That makes me happy. I love that he loves it. He also plays the bass in orchestra, and the bass guitar in Jazz Band. But, he also owns a ukulele, and electric guitar and a banjo. A lot of times, I think he plays without realizing he is playing.

He starts 8th grade tomorrow. He is super tall. He is a good boy and I'm proud to be his mom.

Sam
Sam is my sensitive one. He loves babies and toddlers (but doesn't want to admit it, cause that's not cool). He loves to give me hugs--oftentimes running at me and almost knocking me over, because he got the big genes, too. When I come home from being out of town, Sam is always the one who needs the most hugs, always the one to keep coming back for more. He won't go to sleep without his nightly hug and kisses (I can't kiss him, but he has to give me three kisses--one cheek, then the other, then the first one again). When he gets in trouble (which is often), he takes it hard. But somehow, he gets over it, and goes right back to what got him in trouble to start with.

He starts 3rd grade tomorrow. He is also a good boy, although sometimes, it's buried deep down. I'm happy I'm his mom, and I hope I don't screw him up too bad.

Julia
Julia is... Well, I'm not sure what she is yet. She loves TV. And I canceled the cable a few weeks ago. So, after watching infomercials for a couple of days and trying to get Dad to buy this "really cool mop", I think she finally gave up. And got the dollhouse out. She plays contentedly most of the day. She is very imaginative. She also loves dogs--at least the stuffed kind. She has many. And as long as she can put a leash on something and drag it around the house, she is happy. She also likes to collect things. Her room is full of "stuff". I don't know how Olivia is going to fit back in it when she comes home. She also likes to wear the same clothes every day. Even if they are dirty (especially if they are dirty, I think). I hope her teachers don't think too poorly of me. She does have other, clean clothes, I promise.

She will be in 2nd grade tomorrow (hopefully in clean clothes). She is toothless. She misses her sister terribly. She is my baby, and I'm so glad I have her.