a goofy day

 These guys came with their mother for lunch, and my mother was here also, so she and Dannell are both witnesses to the mayhem, the screaming and running and wrestling.   There's a lot of energy in these people waiting for spring.

Heidi took charge and cleaned those book cases a couple weeks ago.   Big boxes went to donation.
It always feels good to lighten the place, move things along.

Ahem.

Except there was that ONE time when a kid was little by little donating clothes to Goodwill, bringing me little bags now and then, which is fine.  It doesn't fit or you don't wear it, that's good.

However, one Sunday morning when they were getting dressed for church it became evident that most all their good clothes were missing.

Gone--apparently donated.

"We didn't wear them that much." 

"Of course you didn't!  They were clothes to wear to church or to special occasions."

Pretty much about all that was left were the old faded t shirts and leggings they liked to wear.

I was so aghast and so appalled and  ranted:  why do I work so damned much and don't know the half of what's going on right in my own house, and clothes are expensive and time consuming to shop for and, and, and, and

and I was doing that half-yelling half-crying thing, and the kids were not sure what to do.

But we made it through that morning, pulled together some outfits and persevered, and now the whole thing makes me laugh.

And it's true I love these insane little squirrels all so much.

 He's crawling now and standing up and he's as tasty and sweet as he looks.

 Look Man, no teeth!

Anyway, we're keeping on, going to get some projects done this weekend.   This house is old and there's a fine long list that we never get to the end of.

Plus it's only three more days until the EASTER BUNNY.     Oh, yes.    love, Val