Or a myriad of other titles I could call this post. I actually sat down to write this at 7:00 Friday morning, only to be interrupted less than 5 minutes later by Princess coming down sick. Which led to a morning of cuddles, a dropped suitcase, an X-ray visit.
And finally a very tired Mom by the end of the day. The good news, I don’t have a broken toe. I just have a very bruised toe, that’s possibly a bruised bone. Oh, but I started off talking about the last few weeks.
Let’s see since last I shared with everyone the general doings in our house, Princess had a sleepover. Why do they call them sleepovers, anyways? It’s not like those girls really slept all that much, or at least she was certainly tired as all get out the next day.
Our Sunday School lesson was all skits and silliness, so we brought armfuls of props to church that morning, including 2 knight helmets. The kids all loved the lesson, and it was a HUGE hit!
The boys were quite convinced it wasn’t fair Princess got a sleepover and they didn’t, so they camped out downstairs in a giant puppy pile with our dog, Mac. I laughed at the uncomfortable positions they seemed to easily sleep in. Do you ever wonder at the positions your kids seem to sleep in?
We didn’t have as much learning as I would have liked the past few weeks because I’ve been fighting allergies, and then when I wasn’t fighting that it seemed like someone was always sick. but, we did sneak in a few things: learning about the brain, trying our Lexis reading software, and playing a fun learning game sent to us by Quentin from All Things Beautiful for the Battle of Troy. My boys have been pulling it out to play over and over again, and I’ve been tickled to see them play it.
One of the few days there wasn’t at least one person sick we snuck out to the park for some fun, I think I pretended we were there to learn something. Oh yes, I read a Bible lesson, but really it was an excuse to get outside and have fun. Which they did, sufficiently so that we did NOT go to the library afterwards because they were rather soaking wet.
We snuck out for another attempt at bluebonnet pictures one morning, which just resulted in even sillier pictures, but the good news is I did manage to get some in Indian Paintbrush this time.
But those were even more ridiculously silly, but the kids were happy, and that’s what matters.
Jeff took Princess off for a father-daughter date night, and I absconded with the boys threatening them with sitting and watching me eat a Blizzard at Dairy Queen, they didn’t believe me, but they did have fun filling an empty peanut butter jar with Mommy/Son date night ideas. It was everything from “get a blizzard” to “read the Bible,” and a whole slew of other unique ideas. I look forward to randomly doing some of these with the boys from time to time.
Oh, I did find a way to make Psalms a good deal less painful for me. If I read them in very small excerpts AND draw all over my Bible, wildly scribbling notes, I’m much happier. Now some of the notes may be “Why is he whining so much? I get it everyone hates you and no one is nice to you,” but it’s better than my complaining to Jeff about it.
Batman amused me with his best vampire impression as we drove for errands (this was on the day Superman was sick, sigh, it was like pass the sickness around here).
And I loved this picture of Jeff helping Princess lead our family devotional this week. We’ve been doing the Year 1 version of the Holy Week study, and the kids have really enjoyed being in charge of the devotional.
And I’ll leave you with a picture that had me chuckling for several minutes after I received this paper. I’d complained to the kids about them not putting their names on their papers. Well, Batman took that and said, “Oh yeah, you wanted a name on my paper, well I’ll give you a name.” Then proceeded to cover the page with his initials, and name on every bit that he could squeeze it into. This is the scaled down version with just the initials, but you get the idea.
All right, I’m off to take more Tylenol. I’ve discovered, yet again, that I am a horrible patient and am not very good at “resting” or “putting my foot up.” I think Jeff may be more relieved than I am that my toe is not broken (I may be putting words in his head, but really I’m not good at waiting for help or asking for it).
Tomorrow I’m packing like a mad woman to get us ready to head up to Great Homeschool Conventions in Ohio. I hope to see some of you there!