The Girl Needs a Break

Madison has one more week of 2nd grade. Her goal for the summer is to complete her school's 4th grade math curriculum. You have no idea how freaked out I am by this. In fact if you know math I am willing to trade you knitted goods for tutoring. I told her how hard it would be. I told her she would have to take math on vacation. I told her there would be times when she would want to stop and play, but she would not be swayed.

So this morning when she said, "Mom. I really don't have anything important to do at school today so I don't want to go. I'm not going to lie, I just want a break." I said, "Okay. Stay home."

I wasn't able to capture her shock on camera but it looked something like this.

Without the soda, of course.

Now you might say it is awfully coincidental that she needs a break the day we get a really fun new game . . . I say, she's eight, lay off.

The Last Box

I did something bad this morning. I weighed myself. Don't worry, I don't plan on doing it again anytime soon.

I am going to Costco this morning to buy my last box of Chase sized diapers. I have decided I'm done, this is it, he WILL be potty trained! To top it off I haven't showered, which means I'm bound to run into someone I haven't seen in a long time. Probably on old boyfriend.

There's a Spoon in My Wall

I like to watch nerdy shows. Some of the nerdy shows I enjoy most are Mythbusters, Cash Cab, and Antiques Road Show. Last night I spent an hour watching a documentary on synchronized swimming-- I'll save that for another blog.

I also like to watch History Detectives and This Old House. For a while I was even a little obsessed with History Detectives. Once I thought about skipping church to watch a History Detective marathon. I went to church, but I made Michael tape it and spent the next two weeks watching episodes in bed at night.

Back when we had cable I watched a show that combined the two-- it was awesome. Unfortunately, I have forgotten what it was called, or what channel it was on. TLC maybe?

Anyway, they would go to old homes and discover the history behind the house. Fantastically exciting? Oh, I know. I would have totally skipped church to watch a marathon of that. Sadly that opportunity never arose.

In this show the owner inevitably found random things in the walls while restoring or remodeling the home. They would find shoes, shirts, money, toys, knives, guns . . . you name it.

I always wondered how the devil these things got in the wall! It never made sense to me. But see, I don't think I had as many kids then. Now we have 2 or 3 dollars worth of change in our bedroom door, and then
yesterday Davis found this. He also found that it gives you direct access to the inside of the wall! Among other things (crayons, pencils, erasers) there is now a spoon in my wall.

If I see him trying to stuff one of my shirts in there, I'm going to be really mad.

This is Summer

The boy is out for the summer. Madison still has two weeks of school which she is not very happy about. She's going to be even less happy when she hears that Chase's last day of preschool is tomorrow. I can hear it now, "Everyone is out BUT ME?!"

Because Chase has school this morning I figured Davis and I could spend some quality time with the boy. We started by going to the library. As I was pushing the stroller down the ramp I was stopped by an older woman who, in a very thick Russian accent, said "Both boys? Congratulations! You strong mother. Boys good." Nothing like starting the day with a strange compliment.

While at the library I was hoping to find a book that would encourage Kai to read this summer. I showed him, "The Diary of a Killer Cat." It had animals and death in the title, how could I go wrong? "Um okay, but do you think I could get a book about multiplication?"

After we checked out our books I handed him one to read in the car. It was called, "First Grade Stinks." "Mom, the thing is, I don't really think first grade stinks, so could I just read the book about multiplication?" The whole way home I listened to, "Hey! Did you know 10 times 12 is 120?" and "1 times 1 is 1? What! I thought it was 2 . . . no wait, that adding."

I'm going to have to contact the hospital, no way is that child mine.

Funeral or Happy Hour?

Friday we went to a funeral. It was a nice funeral, but I didn't like it. No one likes funerals. After the funeral we attended the family luncheon that was held in the cultural hall. As we were finishing the wife of the deceased got up to express her appreciation for the people who came, helped, brought flowers, etc. Before she sat down again she briefly bore her testimony. It made everyone want to run up and give her a hug. Well almost everyone. I heard a sigh next to me, and turned to see Kai, with his little hand out to the side, and a look of confusion on his face. "Why is she telling me that? I already know the church is true-- they tell me all the time in primary!"

I have decided that I'm not going to have a funeral. I'm going to have one last stitch and bitch, with Dublin Dr. Pepper on tap and an unlimited supply of chocolate. If you don't know how to knit, you better like chocolate.

S'nB

Yesterday I went to my first S'nB. For the uninitiated that stands for Stitch and Bitch. We did a lot of stitching, but very little bitching. We were knitting (and crocheting) with out distraction-- what could we possibly complain about?

I met this lovely group of ladies on Ravelry. If you are a knitter or crocheter who has not joined Ravelry, I suggest you do so as soon as possible.

T-Ball

I love T-Ball.

In T-Ball all the kids get to hit the ball every inning, even if it takes them a few swings to do it. Once they have all hit the inning is over.

Everyone gets to run around the bases. When one of them is "technically" out (which has yet to happen) they still stay on base.

It often takes the little kids a while to get the ball after it has been hit. During this time the runner goes crazy. The kids are always stealing bases and hitting home runs. Nothing is better than seeing a 5 year old beam after hitting a home run.

Because no one keeps score you can cheer for both teams.

The best part? Each team only gets two innings. Before you know it the game is over and you're off eat lunch.