We only just bought Jeremy’s Halloween costume over the weekend, and the pumpkin we picked two weekends ago still hasn’t been carved. What up with that? I don’t have a good explanation for our lackadaisical holiday planning, but I hope we’ll get it together by Wednesday. It’s Salem’s seventh birthday, after all.
Doesn’t he look so excited about all the attention coming his way? That really is his happy face.
School has been particularly prickly as of late. We’re on the cusp of holiday season, which easily translates to “vacation” and “sleeping in” and “taking a break” from school. It is requiring all of my willpower to continue on with our lessons and keep the boys afloat. If they had their way, Jeremy would melt in front of the television for a Star Wars marathon and Jackson would roll play Ironman with the Avengers theme song set on repeat. (How do I know this? Because that’s how Jack spent most of the weekend. It was like having a teenager in the house. I finally had to tell him to turn it down and then turn it off. You can only hear Soundgarden’s “Live to Rise” so many times before you want to stab yourself in the ears.)