It was so cold this weekend that Uncle Steven popped a blood vessel in his nose while running in Jetton Park. Guess his blood's thinned out from his time in the Miami (H)eat. It'll be warmer next time you visit, we promise!
While out cat herding with the boys, aka doing errands, the lovely cashier at the thrift store asked W & C if they were twins. They laughed and both said no. I asked each of them, "Are you a twin?". They both responded with gales of laughter and "No, I'm not a twin!". Then the woman asked how old they were. Cuyler told her "I'm 10 and he's 11!". More laughter.
Then the same thing happened at the next place we went to. I mean come on, isn't it obvious : - )
Sand: they're installing the brick front to the house next door. Apparently you need a lot of sand to make sure the process is done correctly. As in a 6ft high pile that is just dying to burst thru the construction barrier and tumble onto our lush green lawn. It is of course the kids' newest and best play thing. Note to self: ditch all ideas for outdoor toys, have truckload of sand delivered and dumped in a huge pile in backyard. Tell kids not to play in it. Ensure amusement for 6-8 months.
My hair: I finally got it cut today. Spent $15 hard earned dollars at the local walk in hair place. All 3 children sat quietly reading books for the whole time. Another task off the list.
Library books: we went today after picking Ebby up at school. Very convenient as the library is across the street from the school. I had no guilt parking in the library lot and walking over today. We returned 19 books. 10 for me and 11 for W,C & E. Today's tally Jen 7 Ebby 5 Will and Cuyler 15. We need 3 book bags instead of one. 27 items. I hope we can find them when they're due!
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Ebby's teacher has recently begun assigning weekly writing assignments. The children write a rough draft on Monday, do editing over the week, and turn in the final copy (about 1 page) on Fridays. This week's assignment was to write about one of your favorite memories. Oh, the possibilities!
Before I reveal what she wrote about, let me preface this with a little glimpse into her thought process. She loves to write. She loves to write original stories and letters. Not so crazy about assigned topics--too much thought. For instance last week they had to write about a time they were surprised. She came to me after a solid 3 minutes of pondering and announced she couldn't think of a time she was surprised. I gently reminded her of the time, 5 months ago, her parents surprised her and the bros with a trip to Disney World. Oh yeah. And she was off to the races.
This week she had to think of the memory on her own. I think I was coaxing the brothers into cleaning today's mess in the playroom. She wrote her story and I read it. Did she write about a family vacation, a holiday with all the relatives, swimming in Gull Pond last summer? No, 'fraid not. She wrote about "coming down to North Carolina"--literally. Apparently one of the highlights of her 7.5 years was waking up at 4am in the car and being told she was in North Carolina. But it gets better. The real thing that is one of her "favorite memories" was the bathroom at the rest stop in North Carolina. Come to find out, she thinks it was the nicest public bathroom we've ever been in. LOL!
I had no idea. I was under the impression that a port-a-potty in Dennis was the nicest bathroom we'd ever been in. It had the nicest cinnamon scent, very powerful. We even have a picture of me coming out of it. She was only 2 then, I guess she doesn't remember. Just wait til I show her those pictures. In the meantime I'll have to be sure to plan an encore visit to that rest stop in northern NC. Wow.
With the fate of their beloved collapsible fabric tunnel on the line, Ebby, Will and Cuyler cleaned the playroom, guest room and boys room. It only took 2.5 hours but they did it all themselves. After an inspection by mommy, the tunnel was rescued from the Goodwill pile. Promises have also been extracted to keep up the cleaning.
Meanwhile on the lower level of the house, Mommy is "organizing" her studio by making a mess in not one but two rooms. Maybe they'll clean up my mess when I get tired...