Other than that, this school year is looking optimistically good.
Zoey, is still having major attitude and likes to cry over the littlest things. She is now also developing the "lying" gene where she thinks she can get away with things if she doesn't tell me. But little does she know that a "Mother's ALWAYS know!" I look back on my own childhood and remember the times that I fought with my siblings and wonder how in the world did my Mother manage us. My younger brother and I would always fight!! And they were not just little tiff's! Once I recall my brother forcing himself into the bathroom door (because that's a door that locked so I usually ran to hide in the bathroom). I do not remember what I did to make him mad but he eventually pushed his way in and then proceeded to try to stab me with a butter knife. It didn't actually stab me, but it did scratch me.
I am NOT looking forward to those times ahead!!
Tali, is talking more and more each day. She is now developing her own personality. She likes to repeat words such as "donuts" (comes out as just "NUTS"), "butt cheeks", and she definitely knows how to say "NO". If I ask her any question, it always is responded with a "No, No, No, No". :)
I do not have the parenting figured out yet, but I have noticed that if I do not keep up with working out and getting exercise that I clearly need, I am more stressed and overwhelmed with all 3 of the kids. Some days are pretty rough. We do make it through, but if supper time was a little easier to manage, I think everything would be okay. And to make life more stressful, my dog, Tater, who turned 17, YES 17!, this past May does not look like he is going to make it to 18. :( I have an incredible fear that when I return home from work that he will have passed and I wasn't there. I can't decide if I actually want to be there for that moment or not though. I had a very hard time dealing with that in junior high school when our family pet passed.
Right now, I just try to not think of when that time comes that Tater will no longer be with me. It will definitely be a very rough time for me. I have had him since he was around 8 weeks old. He has gone everywhere with me. In fact I think of him as my first child, furry child, but none the less, I treat him as if he was a child. <3