My friend Ellen over at Love That Max spoke to the mom of the boy who was the target of the vile letter. Take a few minutes to go read what she had to say.
We got a Scooba
(flooring care is the cleaning duty I hate the most, in case you hadn’t already guessed) and Stella is absolutely positively convinced that they have been brought into the house to make her life hell. She’s shredded her dog bed – twice! – after I put her in the crate to keep her from mauling the Roomba.
I began to doubt the sanity of my decision when I realized that, in Stella’s eyes, the Scooba was a larger Roomba with a water-themed super power. After I emptied the dirty water tank, however, I was sold. Aquaman does a way better job than I do. Henceforth, the dogs and I will be taking our walks during Scooba runs.
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Now that school has started, I have a few hours to myself each week – even on Fridays! I must confess that I haven’t been all that productive these past two weeks, but I’m calling this period of time Summer Decompression and I’m not going to feel guilty about it. Momma guilt is ugly and brutal and will suck the joy out of life if you let it – sitting for an hour at a picnic table under a shade tree by the bay instead of cleaning toilets is O-KAY.
Oh, and I read a great piece by my fellow Sigma Kappa sister, Glennon Doyle Melton of Momastery, about the first day of school. Go read it now – it’s awesome in every way.
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I’m throwing in the towel. Yep, that’s right – done with potty training for now. Ever since preschool started, Nathan has regressed. At school, he sits on the potty every time he’s directed, but he holds it. Yep. HOLDS. IT. We went back to using the potty watch and whenever the music goes off he tries to sneak away from me. So I’m backing off, not forcing the issue, and hopefully bringing a measure of sanity back to my world – as long as I don’t forget to take Stella out before I run Aquaman.
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As of Thursday, Nathan is now talking at school!!! It happened the very day after I called to set up additional therapy, of course. BUT!!! Now everyone knows that I’m not a lying liar-pants! I have witnesses that he can count to ten! Other people who don’t live in this house have heard him say truck and cow and horse and bye and a million other words. Hallelujah!
We registered Sarah Kate for softball on Wednesday night – 10U. Fast pitch – girls, not a machine. While we were there, I was chatting with the president of the league – who offered last year to let Sarah Kate play in 8U as long as she wanted – and I told him that she was moving up, even though we were a little nervous about it.
She butted in right away with, “YOU are.” And so it begins…
It’s your last chance to vote for Sarah Kate in the Most Beautiful Eyes Contest! Or, tomorrow will be, anyway. No more annoying requests from me to vote pretty please pretty please! Aren’t you pumped? Seriously, though – thank you so much for your support!
Have a great one!
This post was inspired by and is linked to Conversion Diary‘s 7 Quick Takes.
Found you over at Jen’s and voted for your girl. Good luck!
Thank you!