It's that time of year, again

The last lazy day of summer is here.
I slept until 8:47.
I had such good intentions of using this week to re-boot my "school-year" clock. You know, get up a little earlier each day, in an attempt to make next Monday morning not feel like punishment. Truth is, if we were in regular school, we'd be getting up sometime between 5 and 6. But that's one of the beautiful things about homeschooling. I can indulge my not-a-morning-person self and sleep until 8 7.
Whatever.
My kids have finally gotten to the magic age of sleep. Babies never let you get any (sleep, that is), and toddlers are so full of energy that sleep isn't even close to being on their minds. But this? These kids are more my speed. They'll sleep past 8 with no problem, and Caleb has been hauling his tail out of bed around 9:30 of late.
I'm a night owl, so climbing in the bed past midnight is a regular occurence for me.
But today is the day.
The last day of summer break.
We're going to the library to report Hailey's fiendish summer reading, and rack up on prizes. I'm so proud of her!
We are going to Target, Sam's, and do a little geocaching.
And then we're going back to Aunt Chris' to get our swim groove on one more time.

Yay, SUMMER!!!!

fundraiser

Every year someone's little darling has something to sell. Cookie dough, popcorn, candy, wrapping paper, gift cards...
The list goes on and on.
In the past I have wondered where the money that's raised actually goes.
Gym equipment, library books, computers, general curriculum?
Who knows.
So I was wondering...
Are homeschoolers allowed to have fundraisers, too?
What if they need computers or gym equipment?
Or even ongoing swim team fees?
hmmm.

Not Me Monday

Monday, Monday! Can't trust that day!

I think I am going to love this segment almost as much as Grillin' Goodness on Fridays. (almost, but not quite)

Where else do you get to poke fun at yourself, pretending that you have SO NOT done the things that embarrass your children?

SO, here's what I didn't do this week.

I really didn't dress up like a cow in a foolish attempt to receive free chicken at my local Chick-Fil-A after I realized they were actually giving away free combo meals. That would be silly, and I am NOT silly. Nope, NOT ME!

I seriously didn't shave the tiny boy puppy down to his skin, in an attempt to make sense of his naked hiney that was shaved for his surgery.

And I would never have left his head hairy so that he wouldn't be completely naked, because then he would look a bit lion-ish. Why would I do that? Certainly not so that he'd still have some hair for me to grab when he's being stubborn and won't come to me!

And no, he doesn't look at all like a bobble head! Not even a little bit!

The randomness of a boy's mind

Caleb had a friend over for the afternoon yesterday.

This is a friend I like to have around.

You know the kind... respectful, funny, kind, sweet, but all boy.

Caleb asked him, "Will you remember me forever?"

**I thought, what a sweet question!**

J said, "Yeah, why?"

Caleb: Knock, knock

**I'm thinking, well, that moment was short. He's so random sometimes!**

J: Who's there?

Caleb: I thought you were going to remember me forever!

I had to leave the room so I could laugh hysterically.

Pollyanna Doesn't Live Here

We are experiencing some sort of mind-warp around here. I think the lack of structure that inevitably comes from being off school for the summer is causing problems.

Hailey is having a tough time right now.

She thinks she doesn't have any friends.

Of course, she has spent time with M, down the street.

She spent a few hours with B, just two days ago.

Yesterday she spent the ENTIRE DAY with J, including taking her swimming with us and then to church.

But when she went to bed last night, during our snuggle, she wailed about how she doesn't have any friends.

I listened to her problems for a while.

Then I told her to get a grip. I reminded her of the past few days of friend-fun.

I told her to train her mind to focus on the good things she has, instead of the things she might possibly be missing.

Methinks puberty is not too far in our future...