Zephyr meet Oswald, Oswald meet Zephyr. 
Heās on such a āno thank you, chocolateā kick lately. Nor is he big on vanilla. Straberrry or bust. No idea!
We had a busy morning this morning and are now enjoying a relaxing afternoon of play. Getting everyone out the door is always a party, and this morning was, too, and a little extra.
Frances decided at some point in the middle of the night last night that she no longer needed her pull-up. Sheās gone without before, and itās been so far so smooth, but last night out of the blueā¦ it was not smooth.
The boys thought this was an emergency of the highest order. When Ian came in crying, I thought, āOh, sh!t, where is Franny who is sick what isā!ā and thenā¦ a load of laundry laterā¦ we are fine.
The big boys started school yesterday. Phineas is in second grade, and Ian is in first grade. 
Since when are my boys so grown up!? They wear these big olā backpacks, clip their water bottles onto holders they made out of rope they discovered in the garage, and they (finally) clean out their own lunchboxes when they get home. Their walk home is 8 minutes, and they walk in a little group with the neighbor kids who live diagonally behind our house. Emma is the oldest (6th grade), and her sisters are Elise (4th grade) and Eve (1st grade). They take such good care of my big/little boysāIām so proud, and I think itās so absurd that my boys are now walking home from schoolā¦ what!?
The littles start preschool on Monday, up at the free preschool connected to a Catholic church. (We are not Catholicābut our church doesnāt have a preschool, and this one does! 
) Franny is soooo excited. Ozzy does not care yet. I am just beside myself. Their little backpacks and school shoes are too much. When the baby is born, weāll get three and a half hours just me and themā¦ every day. That has never happened!!! And I have four kids!!!
Last update I have isā¦ I am still pregnant. Our team green baby is due in six days, and still, radio silence from them! I canāt believe it.
As I write this, everyone is coloring, writing, reading, or singing at the coffee table. I am feeling kicks and whispering eviction notices to my tiny munchkin. Itās a bajillion degrees. Itās a good afternoon.
Franny, 16 minutes ago, telling me that the art in the cover of this book ālooks like Marmee and Papaās house.ā (It is a painting of a farmyard. Her grandparents live in a bungalow. I love her mind!!)