I always thought my kids would be creative painter, writer, musicians, and there’s still hope, but right now they would rather throw crayons at each other and feed the clay to Miles. I cannot stand the mess.
Right now, Isaac is filling a cup to the brim with water and running it outside. He’s saying that they have made a pond, and they’re squealing and having the best time. He keeps saying it’s a good-for-nothing pond (?). Anyway, I cannot bring myself to go see it. I know where they are, but I have no clue what they are doing.
Ike just came in again and told me that Jude works for him.
I just noticed he’s wearing his rain boots.
I need a maid.
Ian is just now taking a nap at 5:00 PM. I think I look like I own a lot of cats.
If I had a tub of icing, I would eat it with a spoon.
I don’t even like icing.
I much prefer cookies.
Isaac just told me they are all messy and stuff.
Can anyone tell that I am so tired?
Colin (and LESLIE!!! holla!), you are wonderful for bringing lasagna to my house tonight. Also, we have a dear friend in town who prays with us and will just sit at our piano and sing his own music. Friends are beautiful.