What I would really like to tell you. . .

Every morning Katie wakes up and asks, "What is today?" This morning her dad told her that it is Thursday. She then always asks, "Is it a school day?" "Yes" her dad replied. She frowned. He then told her that she only had tomorrow for school and then Saturday - a stay home day. She smiled and got ready. I guess it starts early - the quest for the end of the week. It some how makes getting ready that much easier if you know the end is near. Even when your four years old.

Almost 10 years ago David and I moved into our house. I went into a furniture store and fell in love with a couch and love seat. The couch was so plush with over stuffed cushions. Today, the kids have turned my couch into some sort of play station. It involves jumping and leaping from the couch onto the floor. They are babys running from who knows what. Then they are monkeys dancing on a bed. All the while, I stare at this once beautiful couch. I guess that we will keep this couch for the next ten years. At least until the monkeys get too old to dance on it.

Once again I have fallen in my duties to keep my blog up dated. So here is my best attempt to get back on track: We have now had a two week school break. One of the weeks we spent at the beach with Grandma, papa, Uncle Bryan, Aunt Dana and Jadyn. Lots of fun. Competitive putt-putt and dinners out. Cole and Katie spent hours on the beach becoming the perfect sugar cookies. School is now back in session. Katie does her slow "dead girl walking" up the side walk every morning. She was caught calling Cole "mean ole Mrs. Bobbie." But she is beginning to come around to the idea. She realizes that mom is at work the entire time she is at school. I guess she thought that I was home eating cookies and painting my toe nails without her. Cole has now joined the Cub Scouts. He is ready to make the pine wood derby car, camp out, earn badges, get the uniform, . . . . You get the picture. He is one excited kid. The next meeting will be the first "real" deal. Ok - I think ...