I laid in bed last night (4:30 am), and listened to the thunder. Yes…thunder. Something I miss about the Midwest. I don’t think it rained, there was no evidence of it in the morning.
As I laid there, my mind wandered.
I thought of:
Roxie, my baby dog, and how well her diet is going. Thanks to Butterfly Wife's suggestionto replace ½ of her food with vegetables. Even Hubby commented that she had a ribcage in the latest pictures we sent.
School is almost here! Uniforms are bought, washed, and ready to go. A few uniforms from last year are waiting on the sewing machine for repair. I didn’t think I would make it through the summer. In my mind, I’m breaking-up this deployment into manageable parts. Summer is now over…and then the school year…and then he should be home!
I’m so glad that crayons are non-toxic. E3 is obsessed with them. His sisters LOVE to color and seem to always let one Crayola roll onto the floor. I told Hubby that he should be proud of his son. He is very mechanically-inclined. He laughs at any baby-proofing that I attempt.
We sent 2 flat-rate boxes to Hubby yesterday. One was filled with cookies. His one weakness. He can eat 2 dozen in one sitting, but yet never gains a pound. Maybe if I ate 2 dozen instead of just one, it would work for me too.
Made it to the gym yesterday. I hadn’t been there for a few weeks. First, the kids were sick (read=can’t go to gym daycare)…then I was sick…then the kids were sick again…then I was lazy. It felt really good to go, and I was there 45 minutes and the daycare staff didn’t page me! Is this a new trend? Usually I’m 30 minutes into my workout and E3 is screaming for me. Now he plays nicely, although he keeps the staff busy. Everything imaginable is put up because he stacks things so he can climb. Pretty soon he’ll be fashioning his own parachute and jumping off of the roof…just like his Daddy.