In about 10 minutes, the 2025-26 school year will be over for Levi and Naomi. I'm trying not to get too worked up about it, but these days are milestones. No more third and first grade. No more Mrs. Gaedtke and Mrs. Kim. Nine months of school are over, and you have changed, as we have.
I'm so proud of our children, even as they drive us kind of crazy. Forget a tornado or a bomb going off. The house is wrecked very quickly when the two of them are around, and they're about to be around a lot more. I seem to be the one they gravitate to, as I play way more physically than Sarah will. I should edit that sentence to say that I am the one that plays full stop. But I'm getting off track.
Levi is still peppering me with hypotheticals and math questions, as a nine year old will. Does he remind me of myself at his age? Not really. I'm sure he talks a lot more in school. I still marvel at his speed and I still get annoyed by his propensity to lose it and cry when he doesn't get what he wants. But he's also a good person to talk to one-on-one, and I love playing catch with the football in the backyard. He might not want to do organized sports, but he does like tossing a ball around with me.
Naomi is finally nearly almost completely toilet trained after all this time. She also really likes her Poms class now and is taking Tae Kwon Do. She's still immature in places (regresses to a baby attitude) but is also extremely funny and loves to snuggle. She's also doing just fine in school.
