Star of the Week

Abby was the start of the week this week at school. She was required to create a poster and share it with the class. Here is some pictures of her poster.


Sick Day

Today Logan and I had a sick day together at home. 
First we dropped Abby off at school.
It was also picture day.
Abby told me her hair was not first grade at all,
but totally "kindergarden!"
Oh my.
I assured her that it was totally beautifully first grade all the way!
When we got to school the girls liked her hair.
Crisis adverted.

Then Logan and I spent the day coloring, playing star wars games,
snuggling, watching Ninja shows on tv, and stuff like that.

He was all about a day alone with mommy.
He asked if we could leave sissy at school until next tuesday.
Probably not.
But a good day with my boy.


Rambling Thoughts

Dear Saturday--I really like you.  I like that I do not have to wake up the kids and make breakfast, and rush through the morning. Please come visit us again soon.

Dear Abby--today we planned a "girlie day" at your request.  It did not go so well.  At the mall, you yelled.  I dragged you to the car.  You actually hurt my feelings for the first time with your words.  I forgive you though. I adore you.  I think you are special. We will try another "girlie day" soon.  Just not at the mall. 

Dear Logan--you have worn three pairs of underwear today.  What's up with that?  You also sang "I'm so happy, so very happy. I've got a big ol' fish in my heart."  Did you know it actually says, "I've got the love of Jesus in my heart?"  Fish are cool too.  Just not as cool as Jesus.

Dear John--I went to the Kaiser 24/7 Pharmacy today.  On a Saturday. In Fontana.  Because you forgot to pick you your perscription yesterday when the normal pharmacy was open.  Just so you know, there was 47 people in line in front of me.  I counted. You owe me. But I love you.

Dear burning aching sinuses--I hate you.  My eyes and ears feel like they are on fire.

Dear house---no matter how often I clean you, you are still dirty.  That is just mean.

Dear 107 degree weather--you're just rude. Please leave.