Quiet weekend at home. Quiet is good. I love quiet. We've had enough excitement to last us a lifetime. Saturday morning, Alex came up to me with his socks and shoes, put them on and said, "School. I want school. Krystel (sounds like 'Crisco' when he says it)." Then proceeded to put on his backpack.Crap.
Did his teachers do days of the week with him? Did he understand what that was about?
He threw a little of a hissy fit when I tried to explain to him there's no school (camp) on Saturday. I guess he did.
I figured, "Heck, since he's already screaming..." and we cornered him in the bathroom to give his hair a trim. Havoc ensues. We've really got to find an easier way of doing this. But after, itching from the bits of hair everywhere (and I mean everywhere), he asked, "Bath time. Wash hair." And jumped into the tub. Thus refreshed, he proceeded to snack on a banana forgetting all about camp.
My cousin Frances from NJ called to do some catching up. I can't believe my goddaughter is 11 now. Alex tugged at my shirt, "Pool. I want pool." "Ok, Alex, you can go get ready." He went to the closet and got a swim pull up, changed in the bedroom and waited by the kitchen door, smiling back at me. I asked, "Do you want Dana in the pool?" "No, please." LOL! I guess he didn't feel like being splashed, have to battle for the river rat inner tube or having his feet grabbed underwater. From the living room, Dana yells, "I don't want to go in the pool today!!!" It's unanimous.
