The yearbook is due to be finished, finishio, this Friday. It's the yearbook for Bekah's elementary school, the one I've been working on since the beginning of January. I don't have a ton left, but just enough that if I don't spend every possible, semi-guilt-ridden moment doing it, I'm afraid I won't be done in time, or worse, that it will get done but look crappy.
Jacob got strep throat over the weekend. He is a miserable sick person, and no matter how many times I tell him, he still doesn't understand that crying makes his throat worse, not better. Jacob started tball yesterday. We bought him a glove (he's a lefty), Beau picked out some tballs, and we came home eager to try it all out. I showed him how to throw and step with his opposite foot, and then distanced myself so he could practice catching. I threw the ball and hit him in the eye. He cried. He got over it when we were inside and his glove was in time-out. We went to tball practice later. It was super windy and freezing. Jacob lasted four minutes. He cried, wouldn't tell anyone his name, and ran back to the van the second we were dismissed, just fifteen minutes later. I tried to convince him he'd have fun next time, but it sounded kind of lame. Yay for tball.
Beau decided to get a fever yesterday afternoon, too. I spent the rest of the evening, even the two hours it took to get him to sleep, convincing myself that it wasn't strep. And would you believe, this morning, no fever. Just a natural 98.6 degree grumpiness. The power of positive thinking. Anywho...while I was working on the yearbook he entertained himself very well...he colored the light blue-gingham checked chair in my bedroom green. Kind of green-scribbley. I'd be mad, but he covered up the chocolate stains he put there a month ago, so in a way he did me a service.
We have a fourth child, did you know? He's the devil child, the one that eats your loofah and then steals pancakes off the counter. The one that follows all the other kids around, taunting them until you hear a chorus of "NO!" "Colonel!" "AAAAHHH!" He's the one who gets complained about first to Rus on the phone when he asks how my day was. He's the one who is locked outside today.
Anyway...Rus worked on his rack for his motorcycle. I worked on the yearbook. We took turns rocking Beau to sleep. We said hi to each other at 9:30, and goodnight at 10:00.
Just another manic Monday.
2 comments:
Yay for mondays . . . or not. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know :P
Craziness! Ahh, t-ball....Bill Engvall has a great bit about t-ball with his 5-year-old son, it's hilarious. I will have to find it for you. But you know what I thought while I was reading your post just now? "Jacob is a lefty?? Sweet! Another southpaw like me!!"
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