My husband's away, and the 3 oldest kids needed to be 3 different places tonight (what is it about Tuesday nights, anyway?), and I'm a wizard - I managed it. I have yet to manage to get them all back home, however. After getting the three youngest to bed, I even had a little me-time left over with which to scrub the kitchen floor. Then I spent a few minutes foraging through the kitchen for any forgotten chocolate, but I couldn't find any. I spotted some chip dip that looked promising; but, alas, no chips. Who does the shopping around here anyway? Oh, wait - never mind.
And what tune keeps running nonsensically through my head? Carly Simon's "Anticipation" - "Stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days..." Now there is a scary thought.
I will not complain about the weather. I will not complain about the weather. I will not complain about the unseasonably hot, non-autumnlike weather. But I just don't think my kids should be begging to run through the sprinkler in late September. It's not natural. What's next? Lemonade on Halloween? Popsicles for Christmas?
Susie is so spoiled now that she screams at me the entire time I am reading to Rachel, unless I let her climb in my lap and put her head on the book. This behavior is not charming. And I have to feed her junk food all morning in order to get anything done.
Inspired by our field trip to the Philadelphia waterfront, Brian and David managed to build a model ferryboat out of Duplos. David also figured out how to use Duplos to build a spiral staircase. This blows me away. I mean, Duplos are square, and spirals are sort of, well, round. I think he's a genius.
Or maybe not. He's outside right now, trying to figure out how to unlock the combination lock that secures our bicycles - apparently, someone reset the combo by mistake. I explained to him that there were only 10,000 possibilities and he decided that he could beat the odds. That kid will do anything for 5 bucks.
Well, I've run out of marshmallows to throw at Susie, so duty calls....