The Hurricane started kindergarten, and he even gets on the bus with the older kids in the morning. My big guy! He loves kindergarten. He really loves the bus. He got off one day last week and this was our conversation:
Hurricane: "Hey Mom, guess what I said on the bus?"
Me: "What, honey?"
Hurricane: "I said, 'Shut up Dane, ya donkey's dick!"
Ahh.. older kids on the bus.. I just love them.
The two big kids are in swimming lessons twice a week (at 0840 what the hell was I thinking?!). The Princess is acting very shy with the teacher and the other kids; the Hurricane is effing terrified of jumping into the water. It's kind of painful to watch, actually.
We've decided to sell our house, as we have outgrown it. It's a really cute little house, and would be perfect for a family of four. Unfortunately, I am not willing to part with any of these little monsters I call my children (of the corn) on a permanent basis.
The realtor gave me a staging list, which is pretty much a list of things to change/remove in the house in order to make it look more appealing. I also decided that I should re-paint the entryway at the same time. Fast forward through three (four?) days of ass-busting, and she came yesterday to do pictures. Was very impressed. Made me feel good. :) The only thing left to do is strip and refinish the dining room floor. That's tomorrow's project.
So the night before the realtor came to do the staging list, I walked into the Princess' room and saw this:
You can sort of see where she colored on her bed frame, but you can't see that she also colored on her legs, her belly, her face, her sheets, and both of her palms entirely. Did I mention this is dark blue felt? As we get closer to her turning three, I am getting an increasingly ominous feeling.
Which reminds me that I have a birthday party to plan and also Halloween costumes to make.
