Abbie has her arms stuffed up my sleeve. I think Jake is having some kind of dream. Boy, did he snore last night, too! Grant is on the other side of Abbie, sharing the blanket. Today feels like a Monday, because we came back from Rolla yesterday afternoon.
We all left together, even Jake, on Sunday morning. I went to taiko practice, and my little family went to a few places by the river, and to Jack-in-the-Box to get French fries. After practice, I hopped in the car and we took 44 to Rolla. My grandmother and aunt were still there, and my cousin Mackenzie, too! It was great. And of course my Uncle Pete, who was to spend the night. He played with Grant's "Army guys" with Grant and Abbie, and Aunt Nancy watched Cinderella with Abbie, too. She and Gran had to leave pretty soon, but I was still excited that I got to see them at all. I thought they would probably be gone before I could make it. Mackenzie also left before dinner. Personally, I don't see how anyone could leave knowing that our family jambalaya was cooking, but that's just me. Dinner was great (obviously), and mom had made a fantastic cake. Mmm. After dinner, Dad got his guitar out. That reminds me, he wants me to learn a song that's on a CD in my basement. Must go get that....
Monday, Dad had to go to work. Mom made breakfast (though she is not particularly fond of mornings, and was DEFINITELY not fond of that one), and Abbie even ate all her egg. Josh got ready and ran off to Springfield to the place we bought the car. He had to apply for a new title. Me and Mom and Uncle Pete played all sorts of games with the kids: songs on the piano, book reading, cars, baseball....it was fun.
When Josh came back, we headed to lunch with our buddy, Chris Westerhold. Then, we all parted ways. Mom took Uncle Pete to the Amtrak in St. Louis, by way of whatever fun stuff they felt like doing. We came home and rested a few short hours before soccer. I wasn't sure I was going to stay awake. Our neighbors popped in, and that helped a little, but I suspect my sentences were starting to make very little sense by the time we piled into the car.
Next week is Grant's last soccer day. I must say, it has been very fun for everyone. Josh says all the kids are getting very good. Grant is also going to take swimming lessons this summer (with any luck) and next summer, he has already requested baseball.
You know...I stopped swimming lessons when I flunked diving. If I remember rightly, I didn't want to NOT look at where I was heading. Not so good when diving, they say.
Today I am tired and sore, but reasonably cheerful. I hear that tomorrow will be rainy, so I might, despite the tired and sore thing, be replanting my tulip bulbs today and plant my burning bushes. Yikes! That's a lot of digging in my awful clay. We will see how it turns out.
Josh still claims that when we win the lottery we are going to live on Lake St. Louis. He appeals to my love of row boats, and sees it as the weakness that will allow for his victory. I know all his tricks, however. He also wants to do a "float trip" this summer, with no kids. That doesn't sound fun to me, though. I don't dig sitting on a floating raft surrounded by crude drunks who urinate in the water and then go swimming. I used to like canoeing as a child, when those people were rare, but now...I can't think of many places I would be so keen to avoid as a river in summer.
Grant has a dentist appointment Friday, and I have a performance on Saturday. I think it's open to the public, if you are free and looking for something to do!
float trips are AWESOME.
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