interestingly enough it is friday morning and the boybarians are NOT face first in the t.v....
it's "fry my brains on t.v." day, as the duke puts it, and they are playing with blocks...
eerie...
so it turns out the parade the duke was to be in didn't pan out...he was fine with it and i was more than fine with it as i would have had to ride along with him!...no thanks!...
with school starting next week i have been getting my curriculum together, fine tuning things here and there, figuring out what i really need to get, and what can get tossed or put on the back burner...in an attempt to really see where the duke is academically i have given him a few assessment tests...and frankly, the kid scares me...i am really happy to be homeschooling him, but i think he will be smarter than me in about two months, in which case i might just have to donate him to nasa much sooner than i had thought...hopefully for them that will be after he stops wetting the bed...
wingman just busted out with the abc song yesterday morning!...he certainly has heard it before, but never seemed interested in learning it with me...but yesterday morning he sang it and did an excellent job...and he can nearly count all the way to twenty(that pesky 14 always trips him up)...
the lord of the ring and the duke finished the third harry potter book last week (as far as they are going to go in the series for now) so that paved the way for the duke to see the movies...we put wingman to bed, and the duke and the lord of the ring and i settled in with lemonade and popcorn to watch harry potter and the sorcerer's stone...he loved it!....you should have seen his little face!...then we watched harry potter and the chamber of secrets the other evening...in the opening scene where harry meets dobby the house-elf, and dobby starts talking to harry the duke started giggling...
"what's so funny?", i whispered
"dobby doesn't use any pronouns", giggle giggle giggle
indeed...
we are no longer sleeping downstairs as our cat pee mattress has officially been declared habitable...and, the cat is no longer peeing on our bed as the door is permanently closed...and at night she is put in her own enclosed area in the back, so we can open the door and sleep without fear of being peed on or annoyed to death by her...the theory also is that we need to be able to keep the door open to hear the boybarians in the night, but the practice has been that i can usually be found in wingman's bed...which means the lord of the ring basically has his own room...i hope he doesn't redecorate while i'm gone...
oh, and she really only throws up in her dish anymore...which is gross, but contained...and she no longer brings me dinner...well, at least not into the house...last week i found a decapitated slug on the bottom step of the porch, and the other day i found a non-living rodent by the chair i sit in out in the yard...just in case...
haven't checked lately, but i am fairly certain steve is still too small for me...
have checked lately, and it turns out there is a slight bit of give in my stretchy pants...it could be my imagination, but i doubt it...i have actually been working out in my workout pants (workouts that include a horrible horrible horrible little activity straight from the first circle of hell called "reverse push-ups") and i think that's the answer...
i got my one perfect tamale this past monday when the lord of the ring surprised me with a plate of them...all for you, he said...but there were four on the plate, just enough to share...it's a good thing we never had that third child...
oh, and the goddess mother has returned safe and sound from her lovely trip with the mathematician to switzerland...and i am happy to report that in her continuing pregnant state she can no longer see her feet!...
things still remain as crazy and lively as ever around here...i am in constant battle to keep insanity at bay and wingman still asks for a popsicle every chance he gets...and we just got a fresh shipment of four boxes of bertie bott's every flavor beans!...care of the boybarian's other goddess mother, auntie en (yes, we've got 'em stashed everywhere)...that should keep us all busy as there are several more flavors to um, explore...
plus, the duke also received a spankin' new target card from auntie en as a belated birthday gift...so y'all are safe from his badgering to add money to his existing target card...for now...but the warning of not accepting generous gifts of handfuls of oddly colored jelly beans from him still stands...and will for quite some time...
and i am most happy to report that the duke has not once this summer brought up the desire to own a mesh tank-top...however, he has not lost his oddly inexplicable desire to go to florida, AND just informed me what he plans to be for halloween....
and unfortunately for his pattern challenged mother, it's not a ghost...
x.
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