The Good News

The good news is that Sam got up after 6 am today. This begs the question, how come he never sleeps in when it's my day to get up? We've been a little housebound since it is CRAZY HOT outside (actually, it's the humidity that makes you appreciate the cool breeze of the A/C) and the kids are both off from school and camp until September 2nd. Our childcare is limited this weekend, so we are taking advantage and doing some indoor projects. The kids have been pretty good about this, though the little one is driving me a little CRAZY with whining and pouting and bouts of rage. Tough life, I guess. He doesn't understand why we cannot have ice cream every day, whenever we feel like it, or have macaroni and cheese or hot dogs for breakfast. I can't say I don't sympathize, though I prefer bacon and pancakes to cased meat. And dessert whenever you feel like it is one of the benefits of being an adult, though his metabolism is way better than mine.

Sam has been pretty content to play on the computer and graze on array of snacks, though he has been really into the stuffed animals. We, like most folks with little kids have enough stuffed animals for twice the kids we have. The irony is that they usually only play with whoever is the current fave at the moment, and Sam rarely plays with any of them except for his PUPPY. Lately, however, the whole lot of them has been traveling from the basement to his bedroom and back again via toy basket. Sometimes they sled down the basement stairs, and this morning I found them napping under the desk. At night he gathers them all into the basket and surrounds himself with them in his (queen sized) bed. It's pretty cute, except when the poor dears are launching in a luge down the steps.