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Briefly...

Mallory
"How was your first day of school?" I asked.

"Great!" she said. Then added, "That means really good, you know."

Phoebe
"I want juice, Mommy!"

"No, it's almost bedtime. You can have some water."

"But juice is my favorite!"

Me
I'm taking the rest of the week off. Woohoo! In the next three days I have to:

  • Attend Parent Orientation for Mallory's school and Phoebe's Parent's Morning Out program.


  • Take kids to dentist.


  • Get car inspected.


  • Take kids to bouncy house fun place because we saw one the other day and Mallory threw a huge tantrum because I wouldn't take her RIGHT AWAY so I promised we'd do it at a later date.


  • Take Phoebe for her two-year portrait. If she actually smiles, I will buy said portraits, but I'm not holding my breath.


  • Clean up my kitchen. I have to make space for lunch-making apparatus (apparati?) and otherwise declutter because I MUST get started on the great wallpaper removal/painting project. I really want to get that done by the end of the year.


  • Try not to melt in the 100 degree heat.


  • Make banana bread with the bunch of near-rotten bananas on my counter. Remember not to buy any more bananas for a while because no one ever eats them.


Aimee & Seth
Happy Anniversary, you two!

Comments

aimee said…
Thank you! Thank you!

Don't worry about buying bananans. In a few months, they will be so expensive (because of Hurricane Dean destroying all of Jamaica's banana plants) that you won't want to anyway! I do the same thing though...

Good luck with all the things you have to do! Sounds like you will be busy! :)
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