one more time

 It's doing it again. 

Again.

We can't seem to get out of this winter.

 

See that happy face.  I was asking her if she wanted to go over any math.  It is pretty obvious she does not.     

That's fine.  Tomorrow works too.  Or Saturday.  Whatever.

 

The kids are outside trying to build a snowman.   Might as well.

This is funny though.  At my parents house there's a little pair of praying hands my dad carved from wood back when we were kids.   Pam's hands served as the model, so they're about the size the kids' hands are now.

Well Tim came out of the den swinging those hands like crazy, hollering, "Hi-YA!  Hi-YA!"

Okay, those are NOT karate hands.  They are PRAYING.  Praying!   Please.

"Oh."

Yeah.

And then they were getting babysat at Alicia's and getting a little too rambunctious in the family room with a plastic golf club and some balls.   She told them to settle down and do something else before someone was hurt or things got broken.

Sounds reasonable.  They agreed.

But then, before she quite reached the top of the stairs she overheard Tim say, "Okay, she's gone."

????

Oh my gosh.  Like that's how we treat our sister in law?

Yeah.

And today when Heidi was picking up the little girl from being babysat, we could hear p.j.'s unhappy voice in the living room going on and on.  Finally we went out there to see, and  p.j. was angry and determined that she was taking Kirsten's dog home too.   Heidi tried to talk her out of it:  "We can stay here so you can play with Pay-pay, or we can go home.  You decide."

(She'd been here all day playing with the dog, so it's not like she was in puppy deprivation.)

She wouldn't take off her coat or boots just keep on howling,  "Pay-pay coming TOOO!"

Finally Heidi called Kirsten to ask.   Of course Kirby didn't care.  She thought it was funny.

And that's the end of that.      Pizza for supper and time to see if they're making progress on the snowman.   Maybe we should put the inflatable Santa back up, just for a joke.

Onward.    love, Val