The boys were able to earn $5 each today cleaning out the car – DH thought I was over generous on their pay since they helped their sister and I make the mess in the first place.
Last night I won my first ever game of Carcasonne.
While the boys and I were playing, DH asked K what she was doing at Mommy’s craft desk? “I making mess, Daddy, with beads.”
When B went to the library today, the circulation librarians told him he had a lot of books in on reserve, and he did, the Page had given our family its own shelf. I helped him become notorious though: half the pile was of math readers for this unit of Living Math.
I surprised myself yesterday by my own joy at having a pair of jeans to mend. I thought at first it meant that I have fully embraced frugality, but then I realized it’s because my kids need better shopping manners, and I wasn’t looking forward to jeans shopping with them in tow.
I also nixed a shopping trip for a birthday present for Baby B soon to be aged 2, by making her a gauze dress up skirt to twirl around in, out of the left overs of K’s wings. But this afternoon K cut a hole in the skirt in an excess of scissor joy, and now the guys are out shopping. DH just phoned to ask if I knew if Baby B has a copy of “Blueberries for Sal” or not. If Baby B’s parents are reading my blog, play dumb.