Might be too much information

My last headline may have been little overly dramatic, so I tried to show restraint on this one.

Hubby: So, is today a fertile day?
Me: (Thoughts racing through my head -- What?! Why is he asking this? What does this mean? Isn't four enough?! ... Do I even know the answer to that question?)
Long pause...
Hubby: Well? Is it?
Me: Huh?
Hubby: Is. this. a. furlough. day?
Me: Uh, no, I'm going to work. (Whew!)

CJ: Feeling Like A Hero

Mr. C's writing assignment was to tell of a time that he felt like a hero. He was allowed to make up a story if he wanted to. I'm not sure that what he came up with is an example of heroism, but it's what he wanted to write about. So, we went with it. Mr. C. welcomes comments on his story.

First, Nana and I decided to go bowling. There's a certain way you have to go to get to the bowling alley because it's on a one-way street. Once we got there, we went to the check-in spot (like in a hotel). Then we got the bowling shoes and bowling balls.

We played two games and Nana used my ball part of the time. I got two spares and I think Nana got one or two strikes in the first game. I'm not sure who won. But the next game, I won!! Nana's score was 98 and I h ad128, I think.

Then, after that, we returned our stuff and looked at the arcade for awhile. Winning the game made me feel like a hero!!

The End

Miss T: The Cow That Turned Purple

Today's writing assignment: Pretend you are a purple cow. Write about how you got that way and what it's like.

There was a farmer that had a cow named Talia. The farmer let her cow out of the barn to eat. The cow saw a plant that was as purple as an eggplant. The cow tasted the plant. It was good, so she gobbled up the whole thing.

Suddenly, the cow turned purple!

The cow went back to the barn. The farmer went to the barn and saw that the cow had turned purple. So she put the cow in the trailer and went to the vet. The vet said, "Your cow is going to be purple forever."

(Image from Google Images, original source unknown.)

The "pink plague"

Poor Miss T has one puffy, red eye. The going rate to clear up a case of pink eye: $40 copay, $35 prescription. Yikes! Well, the drugs are a little less if you don't mind dosing 6x a day instead of 2x. But still... $75!

Miss T has been banned from touching her brothers, the Wii remotes, the TV remote, the computer and just about everything else in the house. And the poor thing has to put up with us "reminding" her every few minutes to wash her hands. She says the worst thing about it is that nobody wants to hug her. And the best thing is that she doesn't have to do any chores.

C is paranoid that he'll catch the bug and doesn't want to be within 2 feet of her. (Not that I mind.) Except that he does seem to enjoy running up and hollering "Pink plague, pink plague!" every little while.

I'm so glad they rarely get sick.

PJ: 08.15.09

The little one is about 6.5 mos old now. Yesterday I grabbed him and the camera and headed out to the yard for a quickie photo session. He's just so cute! And happy! (Just pretend you don't see the drool on his shirt.)

Since I don't have school photos to rely on, I've been a bit of a slacker when it comes to portraits of the kids. We have snapshots on the computer of various events and happenings, but not much in the way of portraits. It's that perfection again -- if they don't have matching outfits and perfect hair (meaning, recently trimmed), then I have an excuse not to take pictures. But now I've decided just to do one at a time, making it more manageable. A group shot is NOT going to turn out the way I'd like anyhow -- it's pretty much impossible to get them all looking the same direction and smiling nicely at the same time.

So this one is my first of the four, and I think it's pretty sweet. And I've already picked up the 8x10. Next step: Dig out a frame and hang it on the wall. Then, on to the next kid.