Well, We Didn't Go. Who Saw That One Coming?

I knew my husband wasn’t thrilled with the idea and when I heard him agree to help someone move at 2:00pm I knew we weren’t going. He said that he’d take Will and I could still go to the concert. But the thought of Will in a strange neighborhood with a distracted father gave me heartburn.

On the plus side I was home to watch my friend’s kids while she went and read a book at the ER. (She’s fine.) And Jake and Lizzy both had friends over. However, it’s my friend’s (who shall remain nameless) fault that I burned two pans of granola for the second day in row. Because I heard ER, jumped in the shower, then left my house, completely forgetting I was cooking something; until I returned home and saw the two partially charred pans of granola on the stove. Then my husband said to me, “I think if you burn any more it’s probably cheaper to buy it.”

Anyone want to come over for breakfast?

EarthFest

I’m trying to convince my husband that it would be a great idea to go to EarthFest as a family tomorrow. I feel that our children would get a valuable musical experience from hearing Shawn Mullins, the Lemonheads, and Soul Asylum live. (And it would really make me happy.) He looked at me. And said, “You want to bring the children where? And they’ll do what while you’re in the mosh pit?” The good news – I have a couple more hours to convince him it’s a brilliant idea.

Bri on the other hand will be serving the city of Boston and she gets lunch and a tee-shirt out of the deal. Hmmm, at least one of us has some civic pride.

Spelling Bee

I just watched the National Spelling Bee on TV. I have two thoughts about it.

1. It's really cool something like that is televised. (Hey, it was on ESPN earlier today.)

2. I really suck at spelling.

This song was in my head for a solid 24 hours!

Matthew Alexander vs. Dick on Torture

Matthew Alexander, who uses a pseudonym for security reasons, was a 14-year military interrogator who oversaw more than a thousand interrogations and conducted more than 300 in Iraq himself. He wrote How to Break a Terrorist: The U.S. Interrogators Who Used Brains, Not Brutality, to Take Down the Deadliest Man in Iraq which I read earlier.

Dinglehopper

My husband called to me from downstairs, “Will needs you.” I immediately thought the worst. But his next words reassured me. “Will asked for a dinglehopper.” Will had come over to him, was yanking on his hair and asked for help. A wad of gum was stuck in the hair on the crown of his head. I walked him to the bathroom and two snips later the gum was gone.

This isn’t the first time Will has brought up a dinglehopper. A couple of months ago he grabbed a fork, called it a dinglehopper and started combing his hair.

Sunday

This morning Will came up to me, handed me a CD and said “Church.”

I looked at him, decided if he really wanted to go to church he should wear something more than just underwear, and said, “Shower first.” He put the CD down and got into the shower. After we finished washing him he grabbed his CD and was ready to go. I told him to get some clothes on.

He was so eager to get to church than we hurried faster than usual. In the van I looked back at Lizzy. Clearly her hair wasn’t brushed, and my husband forgot to put anything in his hair. I tried not to worry about it because we would never win a beauty contest when compared to the rows of beautiful families, children with actual bows in their hair and coordinating outfits for children.

Bri’s hair always looks un-brushed five minutes after she brushes it. Lizzy won’t allow a barrette near her hair unless she puts it in or I put in four. (Not exaggerating! I put whatever she wants in her hair!) Jake wears his suit without a tie and his shirt is always untucked. And Will, well, Will has wore blue crocs to church for the last month.

And even if we weren’t unmitigated slobs, Will would attract a little attention. Today he decided to collect hymnals. He collected all the hymnals near us then ventured further. He knocked a man’s arm off the pew grabbing one, then stomped someone else’s bag grabbing another. It’s a good thing that he’s adorable with he sings.