Do You Have Days Like This?

I don't watch Spongebob and neither do my kids. Not because I'm morally opposed or anything---I just think it's dumb. And gross.

BUT, one day I happened to catch this episode. And I thought I would die. I called my sister to tell her. THIS is how talking to your kids can be some days. She got it.


This is how school is going so far today:



Taking a break now!

OK--That Was Pretty Smart

During our phonics lesson today I asked Little Bit to go find something in the house that began with the sound of J. We do this with every sound we learn and her face just lights up. She always brings a little toy, or something from the kitchen or whatnot.

Today she wandered around the house for a while and finally I went to get a drink from the kitchen. She met me in there and said, "Mom, I have something for J but I can't bring it to you. If you go into the homeschool room, I'll tell you."

OK....I figured it was something big or something attached to the house.

When we got into the homeschool room she turned to me and said, "Why did the robot go to the bakery?"

See? It was a JOKE! Joke starts with J. (I won't bother telling you the ending because she made this one up a few weeks ago and, you know....five year old joke. So, yeah.)

But I marvel at the way that girl's mind works! I really do.

Ah.....Friday Night

Cold front blew through, giving us "fall" for a few days.

Windows open.

Rain outside.

Supper and chocolate cake at home tonight.

Kitchen and living room are clean.

Working on our shower this weekend.

Thank you Lord for all these blessings.

I Have Good Ideas During a Massage

Yesterday I cashed in my gift card from S for a 1/2 hour massage. Oh it was wonderful. I have not been able to lift my left arm a certain way for months and now I nearly can. The masseuse noticed the problem under my left shoulder blade immediately even though I had not told her I was having trouble lifting my arm. Amazing what massage can do.

So while I was laying there I thought of two things. First, and this almost made me laugh during the massage, but while she was rubbing my neck, I kept thinking of this.

Secondly, I got to thinking about how massage might be good for Little Bit when her tics are bad. How could it not be? It's relaxing and tics are always better when a person is relaxed.

I looked up some articles on it this morning and it seems I'm right. Perhaps when she's older we may have to look into that. Then it occurred to me that she already takes care of this herself. All her life she has LOVED for someone to sit by her and gently rub her arm or leg or tummy or face...whatever. "Tickle me soft" she says. Still, I think when she's older real massage techniques may be useful.

Looks like I may need to add "masseuse" to my job description. I wonder if there are classes you can take?

But first I'm going to need to learn how to spell masseuse without the help of Google.

Brenda The Overachiever

See this closet?

It sits in our living room beside the fireplace. We call it "the coat closet." It measures 25" deep by 30" wide.

Kinda small, huh?

So tell me, please, how THIS MUCH stuff

was crammed into that closet? I'm not even including the 7 or 8 coats hanging up on the fireplace in this picture.

You can see my "Put away", "Give away", and "Throw away" designated spots were not quite big enough. (That would be the laundry baskets buried in the background)

So how did it all fit, you ask?

Hard work and determination baby.