- Kristyn amazes me. Of our four, she's always been the most easy-going, the most patient. You know all of this. She makes it easy. So far, she has handled my going to work with impeccable grace. She is non-plussed and unphased, even philisophical about it. She sees the big picture (a bigger, better pool, hot tub and closed in porch!) and she's ready to take it on. Her schoolwork is awesome. Her friends and teachers love her. She's so well-rounded I puff up and walk around like a giant stag when I'm complimented on her.
- Erin continues to be the total opposite of her sister (even though she is her best friend). She has stomach issues and worries constantly. She wakes up two, three, sometimes four times a night. We've had to pick her up at school because it hurts so badly. We've eliminated countless foods and been back and forth to the doctor. We're just not sure what's up. I wonder where the rough and tumble, meet anything head-on toddler went? She's pale and weak and always in a state of frenzy. I don't know how to help her.
- Meghan is Meghan. She's a superstar. She's brilliant and I do not kid. I take full credit for how smart this kid is. Not only that, but she's ridiculously obedient. Her awareness of what to do and when to do it makes me want to squeeze her adorable little body in two, but I don't.
- And Alex, as usual, keeps me on my toes. He's going through a wrestling phase, but god forbid your wrestle back. Some mornings he wakes up whining. Twice this weekend he pranced in before dark whinily asking
"When is Halloweeeeeenn?" Made me want to crawl under the bed and tell him Mommy went to live in Yemen. Not only that, but he's going through a nightmare phase. He's afraid of everything. We go through a long list every night of people who aren't real. The Blue Man in X-Men, Beetlejuice, Dick Cheney, The Silver Surfer, you name it. I don't mind reassuring him at all, but I feel badly that he's so afraid.