Yesterday Jordan came home from school with two paragraphs left to finish on an essay for homework. Since we went out to dinner, I told him just to wake me up at 6 (oh yay!) and we would finish it before school (translation: my kid knows how to write good essays, and to just finish this off quick, I'd dictate two paragraphs for him, yeah, yeah, I know..shhhhh..) So, by the grace of God, he actually wakes up to his alarm and is up at 6...so I get up to take a shower and tell him I can dictate a whole new essay for him after he announces he left his first three paragraphs at school. This should be quick - let's write abut how Dwight Howard won the slam dunk contest. I am promptly informed that this essay is to be a narrative one, not an expository one..OK..let's write about a trip to a Magic game..no dice, the kid wants to write about dragons and other strange things like landsharks learning to share..by this point, it is way early, God has yet to turn on the lights, and now, I am annoyed..so I told Jordan just to write the last two paragraphs and I would read them. So, an early start to a day that could have started (at least for me, an hour and a half later, God Bless John for handling mornings...Laurie's meds+mornings=bad, bad combination = very frustrating for a former "morning person"). He wrote the paragraphs, apparently about Pokemon characters (insert lecture about how, once again, these are not allowed in our house), and he and Caity get off to school...Lindsay and I lounge a bit, get the day going, and head off to the library. After some fun at the library, we decide to knock out some other errands and then head home..well, you put Lindsay in a car, and this is what you get:
Lindsay's podcast. Nonstop. From the time she is buckled into her car seat until the time she gets out, she does. not. stop. talking. period. If you decide to talk, she still talks. Or sings. So today, her podcast involved a medley of Hannah Montana, Our God is an Awesome God, and Nickelback. Unusual at best, but amazingly she makes it work. So, she's singing (all from memory mind you, because I am attempting to listen to Rush go over Obama's speech), and then - quiet - she has sung herself to sleep! AHHH! The ever-eleusive afternoon nap that four year olds reject! So the radio host got a nap, and I got to hear the radio! I know I will miss these days, but for just today, it was nice to have those few brief moments of shhhhhhhhh......Followed by a relatively peaceful afternoon and evening, and the normal chatter of JaJa, Caity and Lynsa...lots of expositories and narratives, ended with kisses night-night!
Life is Good.
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