Today's list is on time!

1. Tomorrow is Tuesday. Which is Saturday.
2. I had two weeks with the kids at home, just hanging out.
3. The kids are back in school. Yes, I used this yesterday, but I'm THAT happy.
4. I love cool, clean sheets on the bed.
5. Greg, earlier today, asked if I was feeling any better, then rubbed my tummy and asked if I wanted him to bring me the Pepto. Love that kid.

I am soooo old!

Gregory's birthday cake is in the oven right now. The fact that my youngest child is turning seven is not really the problem, though.
My sister-in-law, Dawn, makes this great cake the kids all love. Until today the kids have always been able to charm their aunt into making the cake for them. Gregory waited too long to bring the subject up, so I figured my number was up. I would have to do the honors. Dawn told me the recipe was on the back of the box of Hershey's cocoa. No problem, I have one in the cupboard, I'm golden. Until I tried to read the recipe. At first I hoped I couldn't read it because it was in an unfamiliar language. Or a strange, elaborate font. Turns out it was just really, really, really small. I had to print the recipe from the web in order to decipher it.
Happy birthday, Greg. I'll try not to hold this against you.

Another weekend goes by

I've got about 3500 words down in my "novel." It's complete drivel, absolutely unreadable, but so far it's fun. I had to start a new file yesterday because after about 1800 words I managed to hit some button or something, and now the formatting is all bizarre and I can't figure out how to fix it. Those first few pages are simmering in digital land while I try to figure out how to add them to what I've done today. Wish me luck. I don't know what I'll do if I have to just toss yesterday's stuff. Not because it was any good, mind you, but just because I doubt I can spare 1800 words.
No matter what I do, Kat is able to stay about 1000 words ahead of me, but maybe I'll be able to catch up while she's in school tomorrow. She'll undoubtedly pull far ahead Tuesday, since the kids don't have school, but it would be fun to be ahead of her just once, however briefly.
Today we started to diagram out where we would like to put the garden beds for next year. It's interesting because there is not a level spot anywhere in our yard. It sort of looks level, until you actually try to do anything with the yard.
What we have so far pretty much just looks random, and I'm ok with that, sinces that's pretty much the theme of my life.
Gregory has been in rare form this weekend. I may yet end up dumping him out along a freeway somewhere. It may have been all the candy. It would probably be best if I just ate the rest, you know, for the good of the kids.
I found a link for the poster I had mentioned a few weeks ago, I don't know why I couldn't find it before, it came up right away today. Anyway, I really like it, so have a peek if you're interested.
http://yista.com/2008/05/06/all-colors-together-obama-poster/allcolors-light/
And remember, whatever happens on Tuesday (Obama will win,) the ads and phone calls will end.

Communing with Gregory

Yesterday was the first time Gregory and Franklin took Communion, probably the first time they had even been present during Communion. We're Presbyterian, so it's hardly the big deal First Communion is for Catholics, but Gregory had some concerns, nevertheless.
During the children's sermon, the kids were told about Communion and shown the table at the front of the Sanctuary. When Gregory returned to his seat he was quiet for about thirty seconds, then asked, "Is it time for the bread yet?"
Joan-"No."
Gregory- "When?"
J- "Soon. Shh."
G- "When?"
J- "After the sermon."
G-"Is that soon?"
J- "Yes. Shh."

Another thirty to forty seconds of silence.

G- "I don't think they have enough bread."
J- "I'm sure it will be fine."
G- "There's only a little bread on the table."
J- "There's plenty more in the plates stacked on the end of the table."
G- "What if there's not enough?"
J- "There will be. Shh."

Thinking, thinking, thinking.

G- "What if they forget to bring some up to the balcony?"
J- "They won't."
G- "How do you know?"
J- "They never have before."
G- "But what if they do?"
J- "Shh."

Very brief silence.

G- "What if they don't have enough bread for the balcony?"
J- "They do. Hush"

Very, very brief silence.

G- "Is there enough juice?"
J- "I promise I will answer all questions after the service. For now, you'll have to wait and see."

Maybe two minutes of silence.

G, poking my arm- "Are you asleep?"
J- "No."
G-"You look like you're asleep."
J- "I'm trying to concentrate. I'd like to hear the sermon."
G- "Why are your eyes closed?"
J- "Later."

Sermon ends.

G- "Now?"
J- "After the hymn."
G- "You said after the sermon."
J- "Next, I promise. Shh."

Communion goes along without a hitch, and the service ends. Instead of leaving, I sit back down, look Greg in the eye, and ask, "Now, what would you like to ask?"
G, baffled- "Nothing, why? Can we go now?"

For the record, Franklin was spectacularly unimpressed with the experience, in the way that only a ten year old can be.