Alrighty, one step closer to the end of the school year.
Today we wrap up the book fair, and then it's Memorial Day Weekend. I still haven't done gotten the sewing done for my shop update, but I'm inching closer to catching up. My cough is.. um.. kind of better. (Let's not talk about this, 'kay? 'Cause then we'd be chatting about sputum colors and who wants that, right?)
Moving on.. um.. I'm still knitting away on my Amelia sweater. I added my first button hole the other day. It was my first Yarn Over ever! (For the non-knitters, suffice to say my basic repertoire has gained one new really modest skill. Like when you're a kid and you learn a new way to tie your shoes. Oh the thrills!)
Ah, you want bigger news... Sweetheart G's braces were installed on Wednesday. Her mouth is sore, but that doesn't keep her sister from being tremendously jealous. It must be a symptom of my 13 years as an only child that I do not understand this. Really? You're jealous of your sister's metal bands that are rubbing sores into her cheeks? I keep assuring her that she'll get her turn in three years, but she just whines that it's too long to wait.
One final tidbit, yesterday the girls were hanging out with Big E outside. The girls stole Big E's socks and started whacking each other with them. Big E, in the way of Dads, created a scoring mechanism for the smack-fest. Little e became frustrated that her sister was out scoring her, so my littlest monkey put sand inside her sock. She walloped her sister several times with the improvised blackjack, before Big E caught on. Despite the ingenuity she displayed in leveling out the playing field, Little e was stripped of her weapon and sent inside for a time out. Life is simply not fair when you are 6 and clever.