The Force is Not with Me

We were over at Mango's the other day (where Little Guy and Dash had a great time playing together....and Sweetling and Violet disappeared into Violet's room for a few hours). At lunch, Mango asked Sweetling if everyone in our family was a jedi. Sweetling said, everyone but Mommy....because the Force is not always with Mommy.

I'm taking a break in reading the Anne of Green Gables series. I got up to the eigth book...Rilla of Ingleside, and I know that WWI is going to break upon the idyllic lifes of the Blythe family. I'm not quite ready to face that, so a short break from the books is in order.

Transitions here have been going really well for Sweetling and Little Guy. Little Guy is a bit more in need of near constant attention and interaction than I'm used to. He just loves to share the wonderful things in his life with his Mommy and Daddy.

Sweetling wants to have a Fourth of July party. She had summer Sunset Camp every evening last week, and I think that was really good for her.

Little Guy went to the Newport Aquarium a couple of weeks ago. He liked it, but was a bit overwhelmed by the length of the outing. (Sweetling, of course, had to read and digest every informational sign in the building). We all got to touch sharks! *That* was totally cool.

As you can tell, I'm not in a very, um, yeah...I'm struggling with writing today. But its been forever since I updated, so I'm pushing through my block.

Little Guy brought a stuffed octopus home from the aquarium. He pronounces "octopus" in something that sounds closer to "apple toes". Its very cute. He also has a super sling shot monky with elastic arms that can be stretched and sent flying across the room, howling its jungle monkey war cry as it goes. Daddy brought that lovely gift home for him. Daddy also ordered one for himself to "dispense monkey justice" upon the occupants of neighboring cubicles at work. Sweetling got an elastic frog of the same design. Fortunately, it's ribbet isn't nearly as loud or annoying as the monkey war cry. Super Monkey lives in a bug box, suspended by its handle from a hook in the wall. The box is now Super Monkey's treehouse.

We're down to one car for a week. Now, I didn't have any plans or desire to go somewhere today, but the very fact that I can't makes me feel restless, coped up, and bored. Its too hot and humid to go on a walk. At best I'll send to little children through the sprinkler in the back yard.

The 30 minute PBS program has come to an end. Maybe I'll just chase the children around the yard with a garden hose. Till later.