May madness

I know I'm not alone in being a victim of May madness with the permission slips, field trips, spring concerts, school projects, spring sports, etc, and can only imagine the eventual banquets, proms, graduations that are impending in the next few years. Yoi. 

That said, I do have photos of our big kids becoming black belts and Thing3 becoming a red belt in karate, but I don't have the time right this second for that write up. I'm behind once again. We are supposed to meet Dada for lunch in an hour and Carrie isn't even out of bed yet (today is day 3 of summer vacation, 'nuff said). It may be awhile before we find our rhythm. Damon's been up for long that he's already conked back out in the big chair. And snoring. 

Welcome to summer chaos. 

Yesterday we spent the afternoon with our beloved Richards crew who are back from a two week trip to Hawaii. We hadn't had a play date in a really long time, so we stayed awhile and then had karate and then I dropped the boys off in the evening for Dada to feed them while Carrie got her hair cut and we returned the movie we'd rented (get A Dog's Purpose if you missed it in theaters- it's adorable!) and got back just in time for Dada to head back out to krav. Whew. Whoever said summer is a break from busy obviously had no children. Or a life.

Ack, so gotta wake two of three Thingz to get ready for lunch and hopefully time to run around in the park before returning to laundry and other less fun things, haha. Have a good day!

Might as well just homeschool

Once again, we have no school. And it's still coming down. And we need to leave for karate in an hour. Bah, winter.

Damon decided to play outside two days ago. He wasn't fazed that he was out there by himself. He gleefully pelted snowballs all over the place. You can probably tell from the pictures that I was taking them INSIDE. I do enough shoveling that I didn't want to be out there again unless I absolutely had to be.

 

Well, today his sister joined him. I've mentioned before about the drifts. Here he is getting stuck in one...

 

 

Not sure what the dramatic flip was all about.

 

And not sure what's happening here, either, but it looks like CPR.

 

 

And now hauling his body off into the woods.

 

Just kidding!

 

Now scroll through these last few quick to see what it looked like in real life. I laughed so hard I had to put the camera down.

T-minus 3 days and counting

Today is the last Wednesday of school for the year. Tomorrow is Damon's birthday. Friday is the end of the world as we know it. Just kidding.

Today is Carrie's teacher's retirement party, so she needed cookies for that. Tomorrow is Liam's play that the second grade puts on for the kindergarteners, so he needed a broom for that. Tomorrow is Damon's birthday, so we'll need a cake for that. Tomorrow is their stripe test in karate, and I'm not sure if they need anything for that. Ha!

Damon is still in his pajamas, and so am I. It's 10:30 AM. On his last day of being 3. So far he's been inside and outside, though I'm not sure about upside down. He's been running around upstairs with his corn chex ("yellow squares" if you're speaking Three), fighting epic battles between his early birthday present of Darth Vader ("Dot Vader" if you're still speaking Three) and "Cotton Eye Joe" which is actually the child-safe bottle of Claritin, and getting attacked by the baby gate. Never a dull moment.

Yesterday Carrie was informed by the orthodontist that she'll be starting her braces this summer. Before our OBX trip, actually. That way she'll be used to them by the time school starts, and if all goes well, she'll get them off when she's 13. I can just hear Maudie, "well, myyyyy gosh." My thoughts exactly. She's going to be a cute little bug, for sure!

I've just been informed that, "ta da! Dot Vader is doing the hela poop!" Lest anyone be alarmed, that means Darth Vader is using a colorful bracelet as a hula hoop. Along with one half of one plastic Easter egg and one bug magnifying glass.

And let me just tell you about Aldi. I may have mentioned previously that Damon has been known on occasion to take his harmonica and play songs for the old folks shopping at Aldi. Yesterday, Dot Vader accompanied us, so there wasn't much happening... other  than Dot Vader accosting other people's shopping carts. Fortunately, Aldi shoppers tend to be open to creativity in small people and bantered back about bad guys, etc. Our previous trip involved the Damonater absconding with a box, proceeding to sit in it and "row" himself along the floor. Scrape scrape scrape, "Mama, wait for meeeeeee! MAAAAAMAAAA, I'm coming!" behind me. A particular old lady giggled at him and remarked, "give a boy a ball, or a box, and they're satisfied all day. It's not like that with girls."

She hasn't met my girl.

Anyway, I probably better get busy on all the things I should be accomplishing with only one child home. My days are numbered. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.