Name Calling Allowed

Apparently I am a slacker.

I never thought I was, but I have discovered that indeed I am.   I have become a procrastinator and an unproductive sort.

Maybe it is the change in the weather that makes me want to curl up on a soft spot, drink tea, and read until my eyes droop and I take a little cat nap...or two...or three.

For the first time in, dare I say it, 9 years, I find myself with two 3-4 hours mornings without children.  This summer I daydreamed of all I would accomplish, unfinished projects I would tackle, household organization that would kick Martha S.'s arse.  But now the days are here and I don't want to do any of it.

Praying for motivation.  Maybe I would get tired of sitting all morning and leisurely sipping and skimming.  I intend to find out my exact level of tolerance for nothingness.

New Discovery

I found
that if you spray a blue liquid on a window
rub vigorously with a paper towel
the window becomes
magically clear.

Wow.

Dear Grandma

Can you read this with your new cataract free eyes?

Glad your surgery went well.

We love you.

DANGER

The cuteness level on this post may exceed your personal daily limits.  Please consult a doctor before viewing if you have been overwhelmed by cuteness in the past.

While searching through the purple flowered milkweed plants at Mimi's farm in Sycamore, we turned over leaf after leaf and discovered five monarch caterpillars.  Eagle Eyed Benjamin found one smaller than his pinky fingernail and named him "Little Guy".  We brought them home, continued to feed them fresh milkweed and cleaned their poop all the while watching them transform from caterpillar, hanging J shape and then making their chrysalis.  Yesterday we had three butterflies emerge! 

Will very much enjoyed watching them flap and dry their wings and placing them outside to prepare for their flight south.

Okay, I got a little carried away with the camera.  Get off my back.  In the future when he is a famous entomologist I will frame these and say this is when it all began.  This and picking up rolly polly's from the sandbox.

First Days of School

Ethan and Ben on their first day of third and first grade.

Will's first day of preschool.  Complete with grasshopper in bug jar and stuffed dog to put in his cubby.

Thoughts of Bea

When Will's pal Beatrix moved all the way across the stinkin' United States last month, Will was left a bit sad and lonely.

He often asks to play with Bea, go to Bea's house, etc etc.

Yesterday while working outside he discovered some conkers (shout out to you K!) from the dogwood tree which he wanted to send to Bea.

He refers to them as spikey cherries and picked them just for you!!

Love and miss you Bea!

Your friend,
Will

S. Ed. 101

During one of my back to school shopping excursions, K. took the boys to the bookstore and E. was excited because he found a book about Legos and the Bible.

         Seemed harmless.  Legos.....Bible.

He has been perusing it off and on as he does.  Looking at the pictures of the little Lego minifigures posed and photographed in biblical story scenes.

         Seemed harmless still.

Enter, close friends who asked, "Did you read in E.'s book where it said 'He entered the village and raped her.'?"

Us, dumbfounded, "What??"

           Book went missing.

Then the icing on the cake later that night.  E. says to me, "Mommy what does it mean when a woman lays with a man in the Bible?"

Me, "Um?  I guess they sleep in the same bed maybe?"

E, "Then why do they have no clothes on?"

Me, "Well........"  Enter age appropriate conversation about the birds and bees.

           Book still missing.  Perhaps never to return.

Feeling like irresponsible parents are we.  (Yoda reference.)