Friday was Rowan’s last day of school. That went fast. Seriously, we need to reform the school system, I can’t take 3 months of summer. But I went to the hotdog picnic, and it was sweet how happy Rowan was to see me. It’s still so easy to make her happy. Boy, I’m going to miss that when she’s 15 and ashamed to be seen with me. Her reading is coming along well, too. We will have to practice that over the summer.
But now that Rowan is getting older, I find I have to yet censor even more what I say. For example, I have to be very careful about any work talk around her. She goes to school (and daycare) with the children of other people who work at the same place that I do. And they talk now. It’s weird, because I’ve always tried to be open and honest about most things with Rowan, but I don’t want work stuff getting back to people via other channels.
Nova is almost 5 months now, flipping, smiling, and occasionally laughing. Sadly, she is still getting up at 5:30 am, kicking and smiling at least, but I could stand a little bit more sleep-in. The ladies at daycare say she looks like Rowan–I think there is some similarity, but they won’t be twins. She eats well, that’s for sure. I love her chunky thighs–she’s very healthy, so that’s less to worry about. She is not sleeping through the night yet. I’m sure I could let her cry it out, but I’m not ready to do that yet.