I am so bad on keeping track of our life. I guess since I'm living it everyday I fail to see the urgency in catching each memory, not realizing that this reality will some day fade, and I'll be wishing for dirty windows and pee stained carpet. Okay, maybe not the filth, but the love, laughter, hugs, and kisses will certinally be missed.
Just last night our house was full of noise. So much so that Lewis and I could not even carry on a conversation. Ella was running around the living room with a play microphone singning all kinds of things, and nothing that we can even understand. But, the sound alone, of her voice is enough to lift any spirit. Unless it is a spirit that seeks quiet. Those people do not come to our house. Jack was trying to get Lewis to wrestle with him, and Will, well, Will was telling another story. That seems to be all that boy does anymore. He is a talking machine. He will start with a story, and I'll tell him I have to leave the room for a second, and he doesn't even pause and wait for my return. He just keeps talking. At least I know I'm never alone. I often wonder what it will be like when all of them are in school. Its so much more subdued with only one of them in school, I can about imagine what it will be like with Will gone for 7 hours. Luckily, I don't have to worry about that for another year.
We've been putting Ella to bed in her "big girl" bed for the last few weeks, until last night anyway. She has begun fighting her bedtime. First I just thought she wasn't tired, so I let her stay up until 7:30, instead of the usual 7 pm bedtime. Then it was 8, the same time the boys go to bed. But the last few nights, she still cries and screams when we put her in. I refuse to let her stay up any later than that, so last night I turned her crib around (her front rail comes off to make a toddler bed) so she couldn't escape and let her scream it out. She is a red head!
Jack didn't like this tactic. He told me to go in there and give her what she wanted so she would be happy. I then proceeded to ask him if we gave into him earlier that evening when he was pouting because we wouldn't buy him a shirt with a skelaton on it. "no" he said. "Right, we don't reward fits in this house" I told him. He just loves that little girl so much, he hates to see her unhappy or hurt in anyway. But it wasn't mayb 10 minutes and she was out. So, until she can stay put like a good little girl, I guess its back in the cage for her.
I feel like I have so many stories about Ella latley, but its just because she is changing so rapidly. She recently got boxes of clothes from a dear friend and we have been having fun playing dress up. Well, sometimes. She doesn't really like getting dressed these days, so its more like a wresteling match and we'll see what we can get on her for the day. But here we were having fun and put some fun tights on her head. She thought it was great!
Here is a picture of Will and Ella eating lunch today. Ella wouldn't sit in her regular spot, she had to be a big girl and sit on the bench by Will. She also has been drinking out of a regular cup, and not spilling. But I do require her to stay in the kitchen, and there is only ever water in it.
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