Truthfully, I'm feeling a bit like a bionic woman-- in that, I've been working so hard and struggling to get things done around the house while dealing with a seriously cranky baby. And now all of a sudden, Peter is happy and requiring much less effort, but I'm still going full speed and I'm able to get SO much done. The effect probably won't last too long, and yet I suppose that is how we grow and increase our capacity. We struggle through hard times and get stronger.
He is almost ten months old and he got his first big boy haircut on Sunday. It was my handiwork, and I will only say that it looks better in this picture than it does in real life. I tried.
This is the play dough cell Clark created in preparation for the biology camp he is teaching at a small private school up in Bountiful this week. Last year my dad did some volunteer teaching at the school and had Clark come one day with his reptile and amphibian menagerie to teach the class. Apparently, the principal thought Clark was great (and I concur) and asked if he'd be willing to teach a biology camp for 2 1/2 hours a day for a week in the summer. Clark was happy to volunteer, but was thrilled to discover he'd be paid! Today was his first day and he said it went well. It is rather far, but fortunately he can ride the Front Runner train to and from so we won't have to drive him. My oldest baby, all grown up-- riding public transit and teaching biology!
It has been a joy for me to watch the kids out in the backyard playing softball this spring. They set up their bases and there are enough of them to get a good game going. And it's good practice-- makes me feel better about not getting them to all their regular practices.
I guess this officially breaks our family tradition of only being a part of losing teams. Well, technically, it was broken last Friday night when Bethany's team won their championship for the 14 and under league. However, Bethany wasn't at the game and wasn't really a big part of the team. As much as she loved playing in the backyard with her siblings, she was pretty far out of her league on her team. Hey, its hard to be the best at everything! She missed a lot of games that were at the same time as orchestra rehearsals and I admit to being an absolutely terrible softball parent this year. Three different teams of games and practices were just too much for me. She agreed that she might actually have helped her team win by not going to the game. Ouch!--She took it in stride and has decided not to pursue softball in college:) Even still, she can always say she was part of a championship softball team.
One more picture of Pete. He let Abe feed him and put him to bed tonight. Miracles never cease.