Oh, joy, a morning blog!

I know, it's a "blog entry", not a blog. I've been up since two, cut me some slack.

The Great Paint Dilemma has been resolved! We'll paint the walls neutral (I'm making Zorak break the news to James - he'll be heartbroken) and will either sponge or stencil shapes/characters/religious icons of the boys' choosing along the top and bottom border, around the windows and the door frames. In the three aforementioned hideous color. There. That's settled. I don't know about you, but I feel much better.

The boys have power and lights in their room. Yay!

The carpet quote came back a bit higher than we'd anticipated, and putting it in ourselves would only save us about $200. Hmpf. So we're going to look at alternative plans. I have a sinking feeling that we'll be putting it in ourselves, regardless. I was warming up to the idea, but then, as Zorak was explaining it to me, he happened to use the least appealing example possible: "It's just like putting fitted sheets on a bed..." Um, honey, I've seen you make the bed. This isn't going to end well for us, you know that, don't you? Oh well, it's the experience. The journey. Whatever. He's excited (not as excited as he was over the hallway lights or the door in the bedroom, but still excited), and that's worth whatever we need to do.

James has enjoyed being back to doing lessons-lite this week. So have I. The Third Eclectic Reader has some wonderfully fanciful poems in it, and we've enjoyed those tremendously. Math has been all oral review - and will continue to be so until all possible escape routes for the math blocks have been sealed. Writing, reading, history and literature. Plenty of time to snuggle and play. More patience, more smiles, more of the life we like living. More intentional. It's good. He deserves that. They all do.

And why have I been up since two? But the white noise machine worked... what happened? Ah, Miss Emily has the snuffles. And it seems that even if you are calm and collected, lulled peacefully by the sound of ocean waves, it matters not if you can't breathe! Poor thing. The snot sucker has been employed, and I've got to say she's a lot more forgiving about that thing than the boys were. As soon as you stop assaulting her with it, she will stop yelling at you for it. Wow. We even tested that theory by doing snipe runs at her with it - snuggle, snuggle, *SCHLURRPPPP*, snuggle. Yep, no prolonged agonizing screams. How. Weird. (Nice, but still... weird.) Anyhow, she's resting semi-peacefully in her carseat at the moment, and since it's nearly six-thirty, I'm kinda UP.

I guess I'll go make coffee and get caught up on my favorite reading materials. :-) Have a lovely, wonderful Saturday!

Kiss those babies!
~Dy