I started to write an entry about the complicated logistics of taking all 6 children out by myself, but then I thought better of it.  I'm sure you can imagine how long it takes to buckle 4 children into their car seats, etc.  You don't want to read about that.  And I don't want to seem like I'm complaining, because as my sister would say, I've made my choices.  I have chosen to have all these beautiful children, and so whatever I have to do, I have to do, and it isn't really worth blogging about.

Last Monday we started to ease back into schoolwork.  The plan for the week was to make sure that we said the Rosary and read about the saint of the day each morning.  I also did phonics with Ryan one day.  This week we will continue saying the Rosary, and add in math for both the girls and do phonics with Ryan every day.  Each week in September I hope to add in a bit more so that by the end of September we are doing everything.  Gabrielle will hopefully begin her tutoring this week as well.  Dance started last week and both girls were thrilled to be back.  They spent the summer dancing in our den.

Brogan turned 4 weeks old today, and I am getting slightly more sleep.  So that may be why it's like a switch has flipped and all of a sudden I am interested in languages again.  The last few weeks of my pregnancy and the first few weeks after his birth, I was actually afraid that somehow I had lost my lifelong fascination!  I have begun studying again, and today I actually spoke German to Brogan.  I have been doing some of the finger plays with him too.  I have been speaking mainly English with the twins, but am trying to add back in some German now that I feel able.

I suppose that what it shows me is that I need to trust my feelings and not put pressure on myself.  I do see improvement in the twins' English over the last few weeks.  Is it coincidence or is it that I began speaking English to them?  I don't know. 

In other news, don't ever watch the movie "Muriel's Wedding."  It was absolutely one of the most horrible I have ever seen.  I only kept watching because I thought for sure it had to get better.  It didn't.

Last week I read Gone With the Wind. I had read it once about 20 years ago and I really enjoyed it then and now.  Margaret Mitchell was very good at creating characters, and she did such a good job describing what happened in the South during the war and Reconstruction.  Robert did not enjoy it as much - it was one of the last things he read to finish his literature credits - and we watched the movie together just before he left for college.  As usual the book is better than the movie.  There's just so much more background and explanation.  Some things don't really make sense in the movie. 

I am now trying to wade through Scarlett, the sequel written with permission from Mitchell's heirs.  It's nowhere near as good, and I am having a really hard time reading it.  I saw the miniseries once but don't remember much of it.

So, that's about it for me.  It's midnight and I should go to bed.