The Twinkies

We took the kids to church today. They behaved. This priest is not of the “hurry it along in the summer” school of thought so this is especially impressive.

J has a lump on the back of his neck. I took him to the pediatrician. It’s a swollen lymph node. Know why it’s swollen? The toddler-sized bite mark right above it gives a clue.

We rode the carousel horsies again yesterday. And an elephant. And a rhino. There was joy and gladness.

The kids will now drink water out of a steel canteen. The organic juice box expenditures can now be decreased.

You can, in fact, get sick of a Studio Ghibli film. We’ve started letting the kids watch a maximum of 30 minutes per day of very carefully selected television and I just about have My Neighbor Totoro memorized.

F is getting pretty good about using the potty and once or twice per day she will pee in it. J is still surprised by urination.

No, they still don’t sleep through the night.

Our friend made this dress for F. It’s so awesome and so is she.

Today I did not get to:

• Cleaning out the pantry, refrigerator or that mystery shelf.
• Getting old sweaters from Goodwill to felt and make blankets out of.
• Getting letters from the crafts store.
• Uploading a marketing brochure to the printer.
• Vacuuming, mopping or washing the baseboards.
• Picking up the playroom.
• Folding the two loads of laundry.
• Filing.
• Tracking down The No Cry Discipline Book for Brian.
• That photo shoot the woman won in the raffle (it was raining).
• Weeding or planting annuals.
• Moving the weeds that are piled in the driveway to the compost pile.
• Changing the sheets.

I did, however, show my daughter how to pick raspberries and watched her find the ripe ones on our bush and eat them. Not a bad day.

He’s so mad but he’s so cute. (She was just a flirt.)