The boys are growing like dandelions. This is good and right. But it makes me a bit crazy. I've only maybe got a half inch on Wyatt, and he's gaining fast. Yet they still say things that crack me up.
Tate, seeing a fireworks stand,
I need to get busy. After all, this is the only time of year I can buy explosives.
Gunnar watched Home Alone 3.
I like that movie, Mom, even though it's way too improbable.
In other news, it is 61F and raining. Welcome to June-uary.
I'm sure you are intrigued by these weather updates from a place that most of you don't live in. This crucial information must be why you visit me.
Since we're not swimming at the lake (lacking a love for hypothermia), we did house chores after we finished our science work this morning. The boys are awesome. We moved the furniture. We vacuumed the living room, dining room and stairs. We dusted. We took everything out for garbage day. We put away all the birthday presents. We got all the squirt guns out to the garage. (Why do they keep coming into the house? Yet another thing I don't understand.) We unloaded the big freezer to defrost it. Again. But I'm not bitter. We got books picked up all over the place. We even swept. But didn't mop. And by "we", I mean I organized and they scurried.
Salute and execute.
That's my motto.
And now the big boys are over at the neighbors', trying to conquer the world. Or playing Risk. Same thing. And Gunnar got to go to the pool with friends. The indoor pool, in case you were wondering. (Again with the hypothermia aversion. Crazy, I know.)
And that is a daily day.