I found a "Where's Waldo" photo of Urban eating an apple. He really chowed that apple, though it kept slipping out of his hand like a wet fish. He would chase it all over his body until he got the right grip and would then show it no mercy. And, though it doesn't seem like it, he didn't mind me taking his picture.
I went to youth group last night and passed a bag of tomatoes. It was on the "give away" table. My garden's done. I took at least ten, that I will finish probably by Saturday. When it comes to free garden tomatoes, etiquette goes out the window. I wasn't a complete tomato snob. I mean, I only took about half. Maybe semi-snotty. I'm okay with that.
Our morning routine is running smoothly with a few occasional bumps here and there. The children still insist I take them to school even on the days Josh isn't working. I can manage that compared to the screams and tears we were dealing with before. I asked them to each make a rule they feel will help with morning jitters. But, the rules about making a rule is that it can't be that they get to stay home, and I get to make a rule also. They agreed.
Mom: NO screaming
Emerson: Don't be late.
Ida: Drive slow.
Remeber the Wallpaper.
That's all I've got.