Our container garden
Tuesday
this is yours truly (that means me)
My sister took me on a nostalgic little walk down memory lane today.
Friday
I almost forgot.
I almost forgot that last week, while Tyler and I were so busy working in our yard, our kids set up a roadside place of sale.
It wasn't really a stand.
There was no lemonade involved.
There was a sign, which literally read S2$ but really meant $.25 .
They brought out the bathroom stool and placed it next to the mailbox.
They rang a little brass bell to draw attention to themselves.
S.A.M. even snuck in a few occassional heckles to neighbors who ventured from the safety of their houses to retrieve their mail.
But they didn't sell their wares. Nobody, not one of the maybe 4 people that passed, stopped to purchase a song. Can you even believe it?
Mademoiselle sat at the piano for about an hour and a half playing and playing the same song. She took lots of breaks to advise S.A.M. on his roadside manner. Otherwise, there she was, plink-plunking away.
Maybe their first business venture was a flop, but they didn't stay down for long. They quickly gathered as many little rocks in a black garbage bag as they could, to sell in the same manner (with a new sign that read S0$), because "everyone needs rocks!"
I almost forgot that last week, while Tyler and I were so busy working in our yard, our kids set up a roadside place of sale.
It wasn't really a stand.
There was no lemonade involved.
There was a sign, which literally read S2$ but really meant $.25 .
They brought out the bathroom stool and placed it next to the mailbox.
They rang a little brass bell to draw attention to themselves.
S.A.M. even snuck in a few occassional heckles to neighbors who ventured from the safety of their houses to retrieve their mail.
But they didn't sell their wares. Nobody, not one of the maybe 4 people that passed, stopped to purchase a song. Can you even believe it?
Mademoiselle sat at the piano for about an hour and a half playing and playing the same song. She took lots of breaks to advise S.A.M. on his roadside manner. Otherwise, there she was, plink-plunking away.
Maybe their first business venture was a flop, but they didn't stay down for long. They quickly gathered as many little rocks in a black garbage bag as they could, to sell in the same manner (with a new sign that read S0$), because "everyone needs rocks!"
Thursday
Do you want to know where I've been? I've been right here checking your blog every couple of days and not writing on my own. That's where!
Truthfully, things have been a bit stinky around here (and I'm not talking about potty water again). I haven't been in the mood for writing much.
But, the kids keep being funny and cute! What can I do but document it, right?
Tyler asked S.A.M. to clear the table after dinner the other day. S.A.M. hung his head and drooped his shoulders and sang, "Boy, you're gonna carry that weight, carry that weight a long time." Awesome. Then he took his bath and was sitting on the couch waiting for his jammas to magically clothe his body. He looked over the back of the couch at his reflection in our super-cool tinted reflective window. He fixed his hair a bit and said, "Wow, someone sure wants to marry ME!" is complete self-awe. Double awesome.
Benefactor is chat chat chatting all the time. He has so much to say. Today he played in the dogs water, again, and then came running to me to clean him up. I told him he could go play wet for a while, and that I told him not to play in the water and get wet, so I wasn't going to change him. Because I'm one of those parents who talk to their babies like they're reasoning and logical adults. And he said, "My clothes WET! I WET. But I WET." Over and over while making funny little whine sounds.
Mademoiselle worked hard all Monday morning on something. She prepared for school. For her 4 cousins to attend. With her being the teacher. Because she knows so much, and needs to teach them so they can know it, too. And, like the great mom I am I tried to explain that their mom's probably wouldn't drive half an hour each way to bring their kids to school every day for them to be taught by a six year old. She doesn't quite understand why.
Truthfully, things have been a bit stinky around here (and I'm not talking about potty water again). I haven't been in the mood for writing much.
But, the kids keep being funny and cute! What can I do but document it, right?
Tyler asked S.A.M. to clear the table after dinner the other day. S.A.M. hung his head and drooped his shoulders and sang, "Boy, you're gonna carry that weight, carry that weight a long time." Awesome. Then he took his bath and was sitting on the couch waiting for his jammas to magically clothe his body. He looked over the back of the couch at his reflection in our super-cool tinted reflective window. He fixed his hair a bit and said, "Wow, someone sure wants to marry ME!" is complete self-awe. Double awesome.
Benefactor is chat chat chatting all the time. He has so much to say. Today he played in the dogs water, again, and then came running to me to clean him up. I told him he could go play wet for a while, and that I told him not to play in the water and get wet, so I wasn't going to change him. Because I'm one of those parents who talk to their babies like they're reasoning and logical adults. And he said, "My clothes WET! I WET. But I WET." Over and over while making funny little whine sounds.
Mademoiselle worked hard all Monday morning on something. She prepared for school. For her 4 cousins to attend. With her being the teacher. Because she knows so much, and needs to teach them so they can know it, too. And, like the great mom I am I tried to explain that their mom's probably wouldn't drive half an hour each way to bring their kids to school every day for them to be taught by a six year old. She doesn't quite understand why.
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