Thunderstorms are coming this afternoon, so we had recess first this morning (which is very effective for little boys). Isn’t this what recess should look like? Batman and Captain Rex think so.
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And from earlier this morning, a sweet video. It is quieter than I anticipated, so crank up your volume.
“Why does Darth Vader say, ‘Cookie’?”
I should have put this sign up six months when we started homeschooling. Here’s hoping it makes a difference now.
So we don’t claw at each other to pieces, I’m going to take some of this mom’s advice on reseting a bad day.
Jeremy likes to make his own lunch now. I’m fine with this… except when he can’t find the bread.
Seriously. He couldn’t find the bread. Which was at his eye level. In the middle of the pantry. In front of the bread box.
Join me, ladies, as I scream, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
Yesterday was remarkably beautiful. The boys chose to play outside while I sat on the porch to read. It was warm enough for bare feet and a war between cowboys and indians.
I’m nearly done with The Hunger Games and not fully committed to finishing the trilogy. The book is… okay. It’s been a quick read and all, but I’m not hooked. In fact, I keep getting distracted by wondering if I should just scrap it all and start Fall of Giants. Y’all know I love me some Ken Follett.
We talk about it regularly. Jeremy asks when, Jackson asks what kind, I wonder, Chuck ponders. We like dogs. Shouldn’t we get another dog? Wouldn’t we love another dog? Salem won’t like the dog, but that’s four out of five who’ll like the dog. The odds are good!
Hank has been gone for a year and a half, but sometimes it feels like he died just last week. He left such a specific little void in my heart that I have the energy just yet to start all over again.
But then I see pictures like this:
And my heart becomes tender again.
The second photo is from a project you really ought to see. It’s called Maddie on Things, and it’s exactly what it says – Maddie the Coonhound is posed on a random assortment of objects and photographed. It seems a little ordinary, but the simplicity of the photos and the cuteness of the dog (and how she resembles Hank) is amusing.
So we don’t have a definitive answer on the dog issue. We keep saying “not now,” but I don’t know how long “now” lasts. Will it happen later this year? Two years from now? Five? I don’t know. The boys are ready now, as in today, but Chuck and I will be more ready later, as in not today.
Salem will not be ready ever and he does not approve of this blog post.