School Rules!

Today was Maren's first day to go to school. It isn't time for her class yet, even though the rest of the grades have started this week. Maren went today for assessments to see where her strengths are, and which teacher will fit her best. She was so excited to take $1.80 for school lunch today and get to try that out with all the other kindergartener's. (Even though she'll take a lunchbox most days anyway.) She proudly took her backpack, allbeit empty today, and marched out of the house before I got a picture of her!

So I grabbed my camera, and the other two kids to high tail it out the door. I got one picture of her quickly before the Principal waved hello and called her name. Appearantly when you're late it's easy to narrow down which kid they are waiting for. Only 8 minutes late by the time we got there... whoops. With three kids, and one of them a nursing baby, I'm surprised it was only 8 minutes ! Thankfully she will take the bus, it picks her up at the stop sign in our neighborhood at 6:45, that sounds like a task for Daddy to do in the mornings

If you give a James a hammer...

(inspired by the book "If you give a pig a pancake" wherein said pig gets a pancake, then thinks of syrup, and continues to think of things that semi-relate until it comes full circle back to the pancake.)

If you give a James a hammer...

he will tinker a while with it thinking of all the many projects that he needs to get done in a house he is seldom inside of.

So he sits for a bit thinking of what to do with this new feeling of being able to catch up on life. He's sitting. On the couch. Oh, a remote is nearby. Click! Now he is watching Spongebob.

For 4 hours.

He finally remembers the hammer goes out in the garage. While out there he sees the attatchments to his lawnmower. Oh, the grass needs to be cut. Out he goes.

When he comes back in, after 3 hours of lawnmowing-turned-into-edging/clipping/spider spraying/garden harvesting/roof repair/ride with kids, and dog play time... he now has a longer list of things to do around the property, all of which I know full well won't get accomplished anytime soon, so it's my job to redirect his attention until he's distracted and forgets for a while.

But I"m thankful he finally realized there was a bee in his bonnet...er...baseball hat. Because of his desire to work on the 'honey-do list' I finally have baseboards in my bathrooms that were torn off 9 months ago when I flooded my entire house.

To be continued with "If you give a girl new baseboards... they will need to be painted... and it will eventually lead to new sofa's somehow." I'm still working on that one.