Which means occasional bursts of activity to do projects, clean out the house (hello garbo-flauge... y'know what I mean?), and feel productive, and a lot of where-did-the-day-go-and-what-did-we-do?
So, because my two or three faithful readers
* Dino-opolis has experienced a revival, with some 'new' (to Dino-opolis) neighbor kids taking part. This involves a lot of bargaining and negotiating for dinos, dino homes, properties, and - you guessed it - weapons. The dinos seem to be at war a lot. The currency of choice are those funny, decorative glass marbles (shapes?) that you get for a buck a bag at Walmart, which are referred to as Jewel Pets. Don't ask me.
* If I let them they would sit in darkness, in the family room, and watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail on fast forward. What is the attraction of this? I don't get it.
* We continue to do a little bit of school, every other week. I am totally out of my groove. In fact, I just realized that we have six library books overdue, and have failed to pick up several books we put on hold. Oops. Which means that we owe a whopping fine of 80 cents. I love my library. :oD
* Speaking of school, we are on year four of Story of the World, and have finally reached the Civil War. Tate has been waiting anxiously for this moment for about three years. But, being a four year overview of the history of the entire world, the one lone chapter on the Civil War was a bit of a let down, to say the least. Slavery, Fort Sumter, Gettysburg, Appamattox, Lincoln's assassination, and reconstruction. It's a total drive-by. Blink and you miss it.
But Tate has saved the day. I woke up Monday morning and peeked into the school room. He had scoured the house for every book we have about the Civil War (even if there was just a little mention) and arranged them artfully (for an 11 year old boy) around the room, along with his reproduction Civil War newspapers, Kerry's several models of the Monitor (or the Merrimack... I have no idea), and his packets of reproduction Civil War money. And a huge toy soldier battle arrange next door in his bedroom.
And we're off to the library today. (Gotta pay that fine before I get in real trouble.)
* Podger - the bunny - is growing, and continues to receive lots and lots of attention. And I think we need to clip his claws... ouch! Some of the neighbor kids have been bringing over their guinea pig and letting it have visits with Podger. We hope this doesn't result in anything unexpected. (I mean, I know they can't actually breed, but they might try...)
* The swimming pool that seemed so enormous when I bought it (four years ago?) now seems hopelessly small. I'm thinking this will probably be its last year, here.
Yes, this may have been its first summer. That's Wyatt pushing on the side, wearing a bathing suit that is small on Gunnar this year.
* The boys are counting down the days until this weekend. Weather permitting they'll get to go to Seattle on Saturday to see the Blue Angels, with Uncle Dave. Then Sunday they're heading to Aunty Tami's for another overnight... two nights. (Hear me sigh, with happiness?)
And, in a total stroke of coincidence and luck, this weekend there just happens to be a Civil War Reenactment nearby, to which Aunty Tami will be taking them. Amazing how the timing of that worked out.
* Wyatt continues to
* There's an unusual color in the light, lately. Very golden. With a couple of cool mornings lately it seems like fall is in the air - which I am not ready for - but my neighbor tells me it's smoke, from a brush fire 150 miles away.
* And speaking of fires, we've been enjoying the campfire pit the boys and I worked on. What is it with boys and fire?! They could spend every night out there, throwing in pieces of bamboo to hear it explode (um, we really don't want to attract a lot of attention, so you might want to quit that), roasting weenies, eating baked beans and enjoying their bodily noises, telling funny stories (like the one about Grampa, the bison, and the rock), and inventing new ways to eat chocolate.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the s'moreo. (I'm waiting for better pics from Kerry, but in the mean time...)
Doesn't that look cozy?
My chief fire-poker. He's obsessed.
The results of another of Gunnar's "Colorful Fire".