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life and cake
Apr. 3rd, 2012 08:09 pmThe weather decided to put us in our place today by being grey and rainy. And then after a quick rain/wind storm the skies are beautiful. FINE SKY I DON'T CARE. (but I do.)
I attempt to get out of my head. I bake brownies. I make macaroni and cheese. I write. Seriously. Though I want to write other things and really I need to sit down and make myself do it. COME ON GENNIE GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. Let's speak of other things.
Miss Biscuit has fallen deeply in love with her little wooden tea set so there are a lot of tea parties going on. There are peanut butter and jam sandwiches and tea. And by God you better come to the party. She will not stand for that half-assed, "well maybe I will come if I don't get an invite to the taco food truck tether ball party with the open bar." no. You COME to her party. And you do. She is a lovely host. Mr. Jenner was a guest this evening at the Miss Biscuit tea party.
Senor Onion is doing better at school. In fact his teacher has remarked that he is back to having great days. Today was a good day. It seems the school has acquired a bouncy castle. YES I KNOW OMG A BOUNCY CASTLE. It has worked out really well. Only five kids can go in at a time but everyone is great about taking turns and making sure everyone has a go if they wish. Bouncy castles are a good exercise in being considerate and making sure everyone gets a go. It also means the kids come home good and worn out. I think all schools should have a bouncy castle. That would be the best PE class in the world. BOUNCE for 45 minutes and ta-da physical activity with none of the shame/guilt. I am full of ideas.
Mr. Jenner and I were both suffering from insomnia at different points last night. Did I give him mine? I have no idea. But we finally got to sleep. We were nicely cuddled up this morning when there was bangingg at the door. Miss Biscuit was yelling, "It's ME, Miss Biscuit, THE GIRL." Just in case we forgot who she was in the grand scheme of things. Senor Onion let her in the room. They both climbed in our bed and kicked us for awhile. It's me. The Mama. Who is effin' tired.
I attempt to get out of my head. I bake brownies. I make macaroni and cheese. I write. Seriously. Though I want to write other things and really I need to sit down and make myself do it. COME ON GENNIE GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. Let's speak of other things.
Miss Biscuit has fallen deeply in love with her little wooden tea set so there are a lot of tea parties going on. There are peanut butter and jam sandwiches and tea. And by God you better come to the party. She will not stand for that half-assed, "well maybe I will come if I don't get an invite to the taco food truck tether ball party with the open bar." no. You COME to her party. And you do. She is a lovely host. Mr. Jenner was a guest this evening at the Miss Biscuit tea party.
Senor Onion is doing better at school. In fact his teacher has remarked that he is back to having great days. Today was a good day. It seems the school has acquired a bouncy castle. YES I KNOW OMG A BOUNCY CASTLE. It has worked out really well. Only five kids can go in at a time but everyone is great about taking turns and making sure everyone has a go if they wish. Bouncy castles are a good exercise in being considerate and making sure everyone gets a go. It also means the kids come home good and worn out. I think all schools should have a bouncy castle. That would be the best PE class in the world. BOUNCE for 45 minutes and ta-da physical activity with none of the shame/guilt. I am full of ideas.
Mr. Jenner and I were both suffering from insomnia at different points last night. Did I give him mine? I have no idea. But we finally got to sleep. We were nicely cuddled up this morning when there was bangingg at the door. Miss Biscuit was yelling, "It's ME, Miss Biscuit, THE GIRL." Just in case we forgot who she was in the grand scheme of things. Senor Onion let her in the room. They both climbed in our bed and kicked us for awhile. It's me. The Mama. Who is effin' tired.
