'Nuther Day
The days have fallen into a happy Bible School rhythm:
-flurry of activity at breakfast...eating and packing lunches, brushing teeth, etc.
-getting kids out the door and on their way
-sitting down at the computer for several hours of browsing and eating chocolate.
OK, that last part never happened, though I can understand why people might think that if they walk by the rec room two different times, glimpse me during two mowing breaks and assume I've been sitting there the entire time.
But I digress.
Last night I hurried through my supper to go back out and attack the dreadful tree roots. I was frantic to get the old tree out and find a workable replacement from our vast collection on the 'dirt mountain.' Happily, one was had, planted just before the rain and is nicely drooping at this very moment. Those pictures will be for another post, however.
As I was coming in around dusk, Ethan was terribly excited about what they were going to show me inside. "Now, don't look through the window, Mommy...it's a surprise!"
"Ah," I thought, "maybe they did the dishes for me..."
Actually...no.
Several kids had been assigned specific chores, and Carolyn's was to get Trevor in the tub and wash his hair.
Then there was a little matter of styling gel exuberance and presto....
...their version of Mr. Bass on the Mushroom Planet.
Or possibly a cross between Popeye and Alfalfa. (some of you youngsters will have to look those two up)
Oh well...I mean, how cute!
Besides, washing dishes is an excellent way to get dirt out of your fingernails.
It works even better than kneading bread.
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-flurry of activity at breakfast...eating and packing lunches, brushing teeth, etc.
-getting kids out the door and on their way
-sitting down at the computer for several hours of browsing and eating chocolate.
OK, that last part never happened, though I can understand why people might think that if they walk by the rec room two different times, glimpse me during two mowing breaks and assume I've been sitting there the entire time.
But I digress.
Last night I hurried through my supper to go back out and attack the dreadful tree roots. I was frantic to get the old tree out and find a workable replacement from our vast collection on the 'dirt mountain.' Happily, one was had, planted just before the rain and is nicely drooping at this very moment. Those pictures will be for another post, however.
As I was coming in around dusk, Ethan was terribly excited about what they were going to show me inside. "Now, don't look through the window, Mommy...it's a surprise!"
"Ah," I thought, "maybe they did the dishes for me..."
Actually...no.
Several kids had been assigned specific chores, and Carolyn's was to get Trevor in the tub and wash his hair.
Then there was a little matter of styling gel exuberance and presto....
Or possibly a cross between Popeye and Alfalfa. (some of you youngsters will have to look those two up)
Oh well...I mean, how cute!
Besides, washing dishes is an excellent way to get dirt out of your fingernails.
It works even better than kneading bread.
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O_o
Those twerps!
Mommy, you weren't supposed to let those fingernail-cleaning secrets out.
I know. And I forgot to patent the process.
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