We had a great time in Vegas with Jason & Jennifer. Now it’s back to the grind. The kids are doing fabulous. The basement is a mess. More updates coming soon.
Torin is the typical first child. She loves schoolwork, loves memorizing her Bible verses, loves doing math problems, and loves anything that involves learning. Parker, on the other hand… we’re still trying to get him to count to 20 without messing up. He always skips the number 15. We have no idea why. He jumps from 14 to 16 almost every time. Dave has been working with him during the evenings, but Parker doesn’t even really want to try. Until today. I found the best motivation — OREO COOKIES. And yes, I realize that these are actually Publix-brand Oreos. (Don’t judge me.)
First, you dunk it.
Then, you start counting.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…
eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, FIFTEEN, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.
After you’ve correctly counted to twenty, you eat.
It’ll taste so good you won’t be able to stand it.
Then you dunk and count again…
Four Oreos later, you drink the milk.
Life is good.
Very, very good.
Our morning conversation…
Me: Torin, remember when we went to Chicago last summer and saw the Chicago River?
Me: They dye the river on St. Patrick’s Day every year and turn the water bright green. Wouldn’t that be funny to see?
Torin: [Bewildered.] How many people are going to die in the river this year?
Look at my child holding the plant she made a week ago in Sunday School. She has cared for that plant for eight straight days, and look how tall it is! I have no idea if it’s going to be a flower or a bean stalk, but she loves it and so do I.
Now forget about the plant and look at the girl. I love that innocent face, that creamy skin, those big brown eyes… but FOR THE LOVE OF PETE someone needs to help her with her hair. She had the cutest braided pigtails when she left for school this morning. In fact, she always has cute hair when she leaves of a morning. But when she returns? Now that’s a different story. I took this picture right after she got home today (she went straight from the bus stop to the kitchen to check on her plant).
My mother asked me once whether the bus driver brought her home on the bus or whether he dragged her from behind. When a girl looks like this at the end of the day, it’s really hard to tell:
I also love the fake smile, even though it drives me crazy.
We woke up Saturday morning and discovered that we had a visitor in the house (more like an intruder). A real! live! WORM! He was crawling around on our hardwood floor in the living room, which I felt was a little gross and probably unsanitary. We talked him into crawling onto a paper plate so we could examine him a little better. The kids were fascinated and watched him for a good ten minutes. Even after we set him free outside, they still pressed their foreheads against the window and watched him for a least another few minutes.
Not much has changed in the basement except the drywall guys are finished, and the entire area is covered in volcanic ash (that’s what it looks like anyway). Trim and doors go on next, then paint. I spent four hours this week picking out carpet with my new BFF at Lowe’s (if you see the guys in the flooring department, tell them I said hey). Then I spent another few hours agonizing over the paint colors. (There are soooo many shades of off-white.) The good news is, we’re truckin’ right along.
And now… the boy shows off his spiky new shark hair.
What’s so special about the number five? That’s how many times I had to dive into the woods today to retrieve the soccer ball (and we were only out there about 20 minutes). I’ve never wanted to fence our backyard, but now I’m starting to reconsider. Maybe I’ll just take a hammer and drive some baby gates into the ground. I’m sure our neighbors would LOVE that!
Parker and I had a great time this morning kicking the ball around outside while mariachi music was blaring from our basement (thanks to the drywall guys). Ole!