|I can't help but notice my nine year daughter has better handwriting than I ever will.|
However, apparently some children are becoming more sensitive and would be horrified if I told the story of them getting off the bus a half mile from our house and running all the way home in the 108 degree heat because they were upset about something at school, and the fact that their sister was not on the bus to comfort them as the sister had went home for a play date... The unnamed child decided she could not sit on the bus a minute longer.
Drama llama. I'm telling you.
Popcorn has been struggling with multiplication facts, so we've been refreshing her. They stayed with my folks last week and apparently my dad decided to spring a pop quiz on her. "Hey, what's 9X7?"
Popcorn looked at him and said, "Now what brought THAT up?"
And Dad laughed and failed to make her give him the correct answer.
She's sneaky that way.
School has begun. Popcorn is liking school, which I interpret as "Loving School" and she has corrected me numerous times that she only likes it. Considering she had determined she hated fourth grade before the year even began, I'm calling liking loving. Because I'm the mom.
Bookworm is in MIDDLE SCHOOL. They are having a back to school dance this Friday. WHAT??? She just turned eleven! She is not going to no stinkin' school dances. Luckily, none of her friends are going. And she is going to a birthday party that night. So, I'm off the hook.
The kittens are settling in well, as you could tell from my last post. They have taught Lord Fluffypants (Oliver) how to play again. This morning as I was sitting on the back porch sipping coffee Shyla dashed after him through the grass that is embarrassingly tall...He made the impulsive decision to run up a tree.
|My focusing skills are amazing, no?|
You realize he's all of eighteen pounds, right? He got about four feet up and appeared to decide he did NOT belong in trees as it was a tax on his claws. He clumsily repositioned his super sized self and jumped down with a giant THUD.
You know it's a tad disconcerting to watch an eighteen pound tom cat pounce on a three month old kitten. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera as they were wrestling in the yard...
When will I learn that I can never leave me camera in the house?
Well, today is my day off. The kids have started school, so that means that I have mountains of housework to do since they no longer have time to be my Cinderellas. So, I'm off to get laundry done and floors cleaned and bathtubs scrubbed.
|Not to be redundant: But the kittens are clearly NEVER in the house.|
What are your plans for today?