Day two of school. Daddy took him. Small, um, discussion over the first day of show n tell. He thought taking his entire bakugan collection was a good idea. Daddy said no. They discussed. They decided to take his cool tractor and talk about his grandpa's farm. His poor teacher.
Tuff is struggling. She really misses her brother. We are trying to find our balance without him around the house. She spends a lot of time with the ipod blaring dancing and singing on the "stage" (the couch) and she plays more with her dolls and stuffed animals. Poor girl.
Sweet handled day one with ease. He even remembers all of the classroom rules. And I remembered to pick him up. Who-hoo. We rock. And we had ham and baked potatoes for dinner to celebrate.
The propane guy came yesterday and the septic pumper guy will come today. His name is Ken and I adore him. What? You don't have a personal relationship with your septic dude? Oh... it's a long story....maybe tomorrow.
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