Yesterday I went on a date with three of my brothers. Well, for the library and Game Stop it was just me and the two little ones, but Josiah joined us for lunch at Pizza Hut.
It’s weird to think that sprinkled donuts started my whole moving to South Carolina decision and how I didn’t even know at the time what a privilege it would be for me to be able to spend so much time with my baby brothers.
Right now I’m reading a book about Christopher Columbus aloud and the boys are drawing pictures to illustrate what I read. Stephen and I picked out a bunch of books about Vikings yesterday, so we’ll start on that next.
We play games a lot (I’m trying to become a person who remembers that sometimes it’s better to stop in the middle of chores and play a game). Tonight we’re having family game night. James and I are voting for Operation- Championship Style (I’ll let you know if the family allows it). Leah and I also found some Family Feud questions so we’ll do that as well.
And we all know family game night wouldn’t be complete without pizza.
Just doing our part to change the future of pizza consumption:
The other day, I was folding a load of laundry when Stephen came into the laundry room and held up this:
He said, “I found this creepy, bone-scraping thing. Do you want it?”
I’ll admit that I wasn’t sure how to respond. Am I a creepy, bone-scraping person? Is that my aura?
Please advise.
In other news, there’s still a big hunk of snow on the side of the road on the way to Camden from my house. I find it very hard to move on when I see this six or eight times per week:
You know what’s not great to hear? “You were pretty close to completely destroying the van.” Unless, of course, it’s followed by “You should be okay now that we’ve added some oil.” I love having relatives who will take care of the vehicles I’m liable to destroy.
Of course, with the oil supply depleted, my own personal Auto Zone in the back hatch is experiencing an inventory shortage. However, we’re still quite stocked up on brake fluid and transmission fluid and power steering fluid and those things you use when your battery dies and somebody who actually knows what they’re called hooks them up to two different cars and all of a sudden your battery has something to live for. So if you’re in need of various fluids that I don’t know how to administer or battery hooky things that I also don’t know how to administer, you know where to find me.
Please bring expertise.
What parents are not good for: Letting you complain without offering advice/rebuke.
What parents are good for: Always encouraging you to be better than you are.
I’m off, now, to play a game with James and Stephen (Stephen says this should be called ‘Game Day’ instead of just ‘Game Night’).