I used to be so good at writing down the funny and interesting things my kids would say and do, but as expected, that has drifted away a little, so I will try and update here. Miles and Owen love to read about the funny things they used to say and do and I don't want little Margaret, the youngest, to turn out like "8 Is Enough!" 's little brother, Nicholas, who as the youngest of eight didn't even have a baby book! Oh, the horror! Here's my attempt to add a little something interesting for the history books. You know, the one about the Clarks.
Phoebe has an interest in fashion. In particular, she wants to experiment with fashion. On this particular day she wanted to wear all blue. She has tried all pink, and is sensitive about not dressing too much like "a baby" because she is, after all, six years old. If I had to anticipate where her fashion trends will take her, I would put my money on a little 70's punk mixed with a 20's flapper chic. But, then again, it's too early to put this baby in a (fashion) corner.
Owen's cool. Everything about him is cool. He recently told "Mom, I'm an extreme kid. I'm extreme." He likes to do crazy stunts on his scooter which all end in him flying through the air and crashing in a new way. Miles wants to film these stunts and put them on kidtube.
Christopher has won some awards this year. His brothers Jesse and Matt came to one of his award luncheons when he received UVU's Faculty Scholar of the Year. He was also a finalist for the Wolverine Talent Award and the Wolverine Faculty of the Year. And won the Dean's Award of Excellence. I'm really proud of him. He works so hard to give the students a positive experience and it's nice that he's been recognized for that. We don't want him to get too out of control, though, so I'll remind him here, publicly, that he still needs to finish that dissertation. Heaven help us all.
Margaret's awesome, thanks for asking. She's in a new phase of life. She has a new set of teeth, she sings (which, honestly, is the cutest thing in the whole world--better than bunnies and baby chicks holding hands and sliding down a rainbow, hands down), and she climbs everywhere: stairs, chairs, etc. After 15 months of Hugh being, literally, in her face 100 times a day, yesterday she clocked him on the head with a spoon and made him cry. Ladies and Gentlemen, we are entering a new phase of rule. The tyranny of Hugh of Demands-a-Lot is nearing its end.
Miles and his bff Nick earned their Webelos. I don't fully understand Scouts, but I read the manual and try to figure it out (thank goodness for that English degree!). My boys both really like it so it's great that they have good leaders to get them through it all in a fun way. I admit it: I don't "get" scouts. I think it's a great thing, but, much like sewing and accounting, I admire people who can do it, but I have not even a little bit of desire to do it. Miles and Nick might go to Space Camp again this year together, so, look forward to pictures of that!
Hugh turned four and got "Spider-Pup" who now goes everywhere with us. I made him some cupcakes that were yellow for the Wizard of Oz's yellow brick road. I won't post pictures of the cupcakes, they were just good enough for the four year olds. Hugh continues to subsist on air and cereal, and manages to still have the energy to go all day. (seriously, don't all kids like chicken nuggets. . .or pizza. . . or pb and j sandwiches, mac and cheese? Not Hugh.) He really should be studied by Science. Or scientific minds. Or something.
This is me looking carefree. "Whatever" you guys!
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