The boys have football practice several days a week, weather permitting. And by weather permitting, that means lightning has to strike the field for practice to be cancelled. I’m fine with this, since, as you can see, I’m safely inside my car reading and taking pictures through the window of my wet children. They seem to be fine with it too.
They suit up in helmets and pads this week so I’ll be sure to post new pictures of my two little bobble heads.
I have three weeks left in this first semester of graduate school, followed by a one-week reprieve, then begins the fall semester. I’m curious to see how the dynamic of the house will change once the boys are officially back to school, which will likely happen towards the end of August. (I refuse to start them any sooner because August is still summer.) I’ll order their curriculum in the next few weeks and register them with the umbrella school for second and fourth grade.
As soon as they heard me mention school, there was a resounding, “NOOOO!” from both boys. However, I’m quick to remind them that they get to do school work in their pajamas, which always settles them right down.
Due to a particularly rough Thursday morning last week, I posted a note to my door. Jackson made his own note for his door. Despite his cheekiness, I found this completely hilarious. Translated: If my door is closed then do not enter or you can enter if you are bleeding or on fire or if Iron Man sends me a package.
♥ Best six year old in the world ♥
After spending 20 minutes cleaning up dog vomit and wrangling the barking beast in his cone of shame, I crated Major so I could take a shower and start my Thursday morning all over again. Jackson was playing in Webkinz World on the computer and Jeremy was in his room studying for an Astronomy test. Everyone was in his place.
Upon getting out of the shower I heard frantic banging on the bedroom door. Great, I thought. The dog pulled out his stitches, or Jackson has a nosebleed, or there’s someone at the door, or…
I wrapped a towel around me and hollered to the little person who was banging on the door.
“What’s the matter?” I yell, dripping wet on the bedroom carpet, frantically trying to dry off.
“Can I play on marvelkids.com?” Jack yells back through the closed door.
“Are you kidding me?”
“No! I really want to!” he yells back.
“I thought something was wrong since you were about to knock down my door!” I say. “It scared me half to death!”
“But it was really important!” he insists.
The smile on Jeremy’s face is entirely about the dog. Since he’s still trudging through triple-digit multiplication, school work is not his favorite. He also has a smattering of Language Arts to complete, as well as his Astronomy notebook. However, at this particular moment, we let Major on the couch to keep the miserable third grader company, hence the smile.
Jackson has one last spelling test and a few chapters left in Doctor Dolittle to complete. After that, he’ll be coasting through the remainder of his lessons online and then head directly into summer break. None of this is on his mind presently because we have finally arrived at Iron Man 3 Week. Only four more days until Jackson and Tony Stark can be reunited in the theater.
We nearly drowned in all the rain this weekend, so the warm sunshine is a welcome treat. My hope is to get outside for a few runs now that my shin splits seem to have healed and Chuck is home from a lot of traveling. The search is on for my 12th race. Any suggestions?
Jeremy has been talking a lot about earning money, asking where money goes after you’ve earned it, and wondering how much things really cost. Though this has much to do with his vibrant curiosity, it also has to do with wanting to buy more Star Wars action figures and Legos.
He has approached Chuck and I separately with these questions and as far as I know we’re on the same page with our answers. Our boys don’t get an allowance for existing, nor do they get paid for doing everyday chores within their skill level and capacity (i.e., putting their own dirty clothes in the laundry basket is a given). However, we are happy to award the boys for going above and beyond what’s already expected. For example, Jeremy spent a solid hour in the front yard rearranging landscaping rocks per my request and I was happy to pay him for the labor.
More recently, however, he’s been talking about selling old toys to earn money, which is fine with me because I’m always happy to ditch clutter. In the car the other day we chatted casually – or at least I thought it was casual chatting – about selling his toys. The boys disappeared into their rooms when we got home while Chuck and I lounged on the back patio with the pets. Half an hour later, I find them on the curb in the front yard with a make-shift yard sale of hilariously over-priced toys. Chuck and I tried hard to maintain composure and be proud of their entrepreneurial spirit, but boy do they need a lesson in pricing!
(Jeremy is wearing his clown costume to help attract attention to the sale.)
Anyone care for a Buzz Lightyear and Woody? Only $16!
I was shocked to see Jackson’s Spiderman mask in the sale! He loves to wear costumes, so when I asked why he wanted to sell his mask (for $15, no less), he said it had a hole in it and couldn’t wear it anymore. The poor boy looked truly sad to part ways with the mask but he did so for the greater good of padding his brother’s bank account.