Monday, January 20, 2014
Sunday, March 24, 2013
It's not you. It's me.
I admit it. It's not coming back to me and truly, it IS Facebook. It took over my desire to post all things Grohs and I do it. All the time. But then I don't do it here, so I long for the day my FB posts and this blog become one...technology must catch up to me!
But it doesn't mean life has been less busy (quite the contrary) or that these kids don't remain the center of our universe (they do), it just means I post less here and post more there...in brief and silly one-liner statements about the hilarity that is growing up Grohs.
Young Elena is almost 7 1/2 and growing like a weed. At about 53 pounds and about 48 inches tall, she is a string bean. She is doing so well in school this year and is nearing the end of first grade. She is an "Accelerated Reader" (and is now reading the second Diary of a Wimpy Kid novel) and is testing into third grade reading. She also does well in math and is so much better at controlling her talking this year. We still understand Elena has a 'bossing kids around' problem, but I'm hoping that is gone someday too. She is even nearing the end of wearing pull-ups (the bain of her existence). Her bedtime pals are... everyone, but her favorites are still piggy pillow, fur bear and deedee.
Her best friend is still neighbor, Kelsey, though she seems to have a lot of "BFFs."
She just wrapped up her second EDMT show as a bumblebee and she is starting swim team next month, followed quickly by soccer. In the meantime, she is in swim lessons to prepare and takes Monday drumming lessons on the set Gramma got the kids for Christmas. She has lost an impressive six teeth and will be evaluated for braces when two more come out on the top (likely in about six months).
Elena has the most insightful questions these days and is all about a big heart. She can be very helpful with her brother, then sour, bossy and annoyed. I suppose that means she's about right.
Michael is a riot. Weighing in at 43 pounds and about 43 inches, Michael is not a rail, but a round little ball of love. He is almost done with his first year of preschool, can write his name and even wrote his first 'sentence.' He asked me how to spell, "One Mouse" and did it. He's a genius. He is full of hilarity and a little crazy. He will start t-ball and soccer in April and is also doing drumming lessons with Elena. Michael loves all things dinosaur, robot, and superhero and will play pretend around these topics at any moment. He still loves to read and STILL loves my hair. The boy asks every night if he can play with my hair when he comes into our bed (though we really put an end to this a few months ago. He can come in after about 4 or 5 a.m. and Elena sleeps in her bed unless a special occasion). His special bedtime pals are...like his sister, everyone, but his favorites are big bear, bozo and Daddy's old hunny bunny.
Michael is a pretend-a-holic. He is convinced he has no teeth. He said he has 'anks' because his teeth crack. We all have teeth, but he has anks. And trees are sashas. And he makes up stories like you've never heard. And MAN, the kid is funny. He woke up on President's Day morning and said, "Let's go open presents." Presents, Buddy? There are no presents. "But it's Presents Day."
And we love to sing together. I made up a song one night and put Michael to sleep...so we sing it a lot together now, each time it's different, but the chorus remains the same. "Once upon a time, there was a little boy. His name was Michael McCarty and he was such a joy."
Oh, how I love these little people. We're just back from Yosemite today and I will add photos randomly from the last six months, but know little blog, that I will come back periodically, between school and work and life and most importantly, family.
But it doesn't mean life has been less busy (quite the contrary) or that these kids don't remain the center of our universe (they do), it just means I post less here and post more there...in brief and silly one-liner statements about the hilarity that is growing up Grohs.
Young Elena is almost 7 1/2 and growing like a weed. At about 53 pounds and about 48 inches tall, she is a string bean. She is doing so well in school this year and is nearing the end of first grade. She is an "Accelerated Reader" (and is now reading the second Diary of a Wimpy Kid novel) and is testing into third grade reading. She also does well in math and is so much better at controlling her talking this year. We still understand Elena has a 'bossing kids around' problem, but I'm hoping that is gone someday too. She is even nearing the end of wearing pull-ups (the bain of her existence). Her bedtime pals are... everyone, but her favorites are still piggy pillow, fur bear and deedee.
Her best friend is still neighbor, Kelsey, though she seems to have a lot of "BFFs."
She just wrapped up her second EDMT show as a bumblebee and she is starting swim team next month, followed quickly by soccer. In the meantime, she is in swim lessons to prepare and takes Monday drumming lessons on the set Gramma got the kids for Christmas. She has lost an impressive six teeth and will be evaluated for braces when two more come out on the top (likely in about six months).
Elena has the most insightful questions these days and is all about a big heart. She can be very helpful with her brother, then sour, bossy and annoyed. I suppose that means she's about right.
Michael is a riot. Weighing in at 43 pounds and about 43 inches, Michael is not a rail, but a round little ball of love. He is almost done with his first year of preschool, can write his name and even wrote his first 'sentence.' He asked me how to spell, "One Mouse" and did it. He's a genius. He is full of hilarity and a little crazy. He will start t-ball and soccer in April and is also doing drumming lessons with Elena. Michael loves all things dinosaur, robot, and superhero and will play pretend around these topics at any moment. He still loves to read and STILL loves my hair. The boy asks every night if he can play with my hair when he comes into our bed (though we really put an end to this a few months ago. He can come in after about 4 or 5 a.m. and Elena sleeps in her bed unless a special occasion). His special bedtime pals are...like his sister, everyone, but his favorites are big bear, bozo and Daddy's old hunny bunny.
Michael is a pretend-a-holic. He is convinced he has no teeth. He said he has 'anks' because his teeth crack. We all have teeth, but he has anks. And trees are sashas. And he makes up stories like you've never heard. And MAN, the kid is funny. He woke up on President's Day morning and said, "Let's go open presents." Presents, Buddy? There are no presents. "But it's Presents Day."
And we love to sing together. I made up a song one night and put Michael to sleep...so we sing it a lot together now, each time it's different, but the chorus remains the same. "Once upon a time, there was a little boy. His name was Michael McCarty and he was such a joy."
Oh, how I love these little people. We're just back from Yosemite today and I will add photos randomly from the last six months, but know little blog, that I will come back periodically, between school and work and life and most importantly, family.
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| Preschool |
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| Growing up. |
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| Tahoe. February, 2013 (ski trip). |
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| Ball of love. |
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| My buddy. |
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| A pile of his guys. |
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| Yosemite |
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| Plank Yosemite, March 23, 2013. |
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| Just the one mouse. |
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| Tarantuala - Michael Grohs, age 3. |
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| Daisy scouts with Katie |
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| Mommy hit a wall. |
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| Elena, Kelsey and Gianna |
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| Gramma and the bumblebee |
Friday, December 14, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
It's just not working.
I still need a place I can post all the glories that are little Grohs people, but man alive...I am failing to keep this updated like in my yester-years. The Masters programs are a culprit now too and I HATE the new Blogger set up - nothing posts right.. But I want a place to still do this when I can and something beyond their yearly books.
Because there is little Michael and his mutterings... his first field trip to Apple Hill.
"Baby, yoh a fie-work." -Katy Perry and Michael Grohs
"Happy, happy, happy, sweet dreams." - stolen Elena bedtime saying
"I just love you, Mom." - daily reminders of his sweet, sweet nature.
And Elena...she has goals and is seven and writes and reads like a champ (accelerated reader is what is printed on her reading folders...yeah, I said it). She had her seventh birthday and Mommy took her to a Justin Bieber concert and stayed the night.
Because there is little Michael and his mutterings... his first field trip to Apple Hill.
"Baby, yoh a fie-work." -Katy Perry and Michael Grohs
"Happy, happy, happy, sweet dreams." - stolen Elena bedtime saying
"I just love you, Mom." - daily reminders of his sweet, sweet nature.
And Elena...she has goals and is seven and writes and reads like a champ (accelerated reader is what is printed on her reading folders...yeah, I said it). She had her seventh birthday and Mommy took her to a Justin Bieber concert and stayed the night.
Seven and stunning.
Bieber fever (first concert) and birthday sleepover.
First soccer and first field trip to Apple Hill.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
I've lost my Mojo.
Dear Elena and Michael:
Your mother has lost her blogging mojo. I blame Facebook. I blame the quick one-liners I post to the alluring social networking site and if I have my druthers, I will find a way to archive those posts here, because I still think of you every minute and post your silliness and beautiful faces there almost daily. I blame Facebook. And work. And an impending MPA. And your Father's MBA program. And exercise. I blame exercise. And chardonnay. And mindless TV. And the Fifty Shades of Grey series. And exercise. And Facebook.
But I vow to do better, at least a little bit. I've always loved this blogging and it seems I've replaced it for quippy little postings on a silly little Website. I apologize.
You are both starting preschool and First Grade this week and I will post of these things. I will talk about how Michael still loves to play with my hair and tells me, "You're the best Mommy in the 'ho' world." I will talk about the resurrection of "Happy Happy Happy, Sweet Dreams" at the bedtime hour or how Michael stands at my face while I sleep sometimes.
I will talk of the Justin Bieber concert Elena and I get to attend together just days after her seventh (gulp) birthday, or that she authors books now. Of the Little Mermaid show we got to see with Gramma recently or the trip to Chico we took to see Papa, or the trips to Disneyland and Bed we will take during the holidays. I will talk about Daddy's birthday celebration and the commercial debut Elena had, and her Soil Born Farms Summer Camp....I vow to discuss all these things. Just as soon as I catch up on the 20 or so blogs I've missed. I'm off to do this now.
Love,
Mommy
Your mother has lost her blogging mojo. I blame Facebook. I blame the quick one-liners I post to the alluring social networking site and if I have my druthers, I will find a way to archive those posts here, because I still think of you every minute and post your silliness and beautiful faces there almost daily. I blame Facebook. And work. And an impending MPA. And your Father's MBA program. And exercise. I blame exercise. And chardonnay. And mindless TV. And the Fifty Shades of Grey series. And exercise. And Facebook.
But I vow to do better, at least a little bit. I've always loved this blogging and it seems I've replaced it for quippy little postings on a silly little Website. I apologize.
You are both starting preschool and First Grade this week and I will post of these things. I will talk about how Michael still loves to play with my hair and tells me, "You're the best Mommy in the 'ho' world." I will talk about the resurrection of "Happy Happy Happy, Sweet Dreams" at the bedtime hour or how Michael stands at my face while I sleep sometimes.
Mommy
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