2nd and 4th Grade

I'm not sure anyone even reads my blog anymore. That being said, I really need to keep blogging still since this is probably the best way for me to remember life! So here I go again...

 I say it every year. I can't believe my kids are so big, so fun, so independent. I cannot believe another school year has started!

Kayley, you're in fourth grade now!


When I was pregnant with you ten years ago I could never have imagined the kind of girl you would be today. I love that doing your hair doesn't matter and that you dress for comfort, not style. I like that teal is your favorite color even though red is your real favorite. I love that you don't care about the girls in your grade and all their petty foolishness and I love that you found a friend who feels the same way as you. Don't stop coming home with muddy shoes because you spend every moment possible playing soccer, rugby, field hockey or whatever else all the boys are playing. I know you are quiet in class because you're thinking hard about what you're doing and want to do it right. I know you're crazy fun at home because that's just how you are around the people you're most familiar with. I'm proud of you for embracing becoming an almost tween without freaking out or staging anti-training bra protests. No matter how tough you appear, you are soft and sweet and have a heart for Jesus. I love you more than anything my sweet Kayley Autumn.


Cole, oh second grader Cole.

Nothing could have prepared me for the seven year old silly kid I've got in you! You wake up every morning with a crafty plan to bug your sister and torture the dog. I love your outlook on life and your fun personality. I love that, while you can be distracting in class sometimes, you excel at everything you try. You are smart and talented and, as you prayed the other day you, "want to do well in school and high school and college to get a good job." I love that about you. You are going to do so well in second grade and you make me so very, very proud. In my mind you are always going to be that chubby, soft curly headed little one year old who never quit smiling. Even though you're getting so tall and you're sometimes stinky, you'll never be too big for my lap! I love you Mr. Cole Michael Batten.