Missin the Mister

Derek has been in San Francisco the last half of this week and I am single mommin it again. We are good at this, but we miss him. We wake up with the sun and boy are we morning people using exclamation points for every sentence about what to eat for breakfast and maybe even getting out the play doh while biscuits are rising in the oven. Oh, and we have a fuzzy little brown bat that sometimes sleeps in our dinning room window by day, and on this morning he was not there and Jack takes flight waving his arms to alert me to this knowledge. I wish he were there, because he is kind of my pet since loosing Jude. He is even kind of cute - for a brown fuzzy bat.

We run for the closets and pick out our clothes for the day (Jack has opinions and must pick out his clothes). Derek, I will let you guess what he chose. If you said, "Cookie Monster" then you are correct! Yes, he picks that every time....every...single...time....

Greta has ballet and tap this morning and I love this morning because she loves to wear her tights and leotard. I think she is a natural. She is taking to dance so far and even stays to talk with Miss Darcy, her teacher, after class. We watched her dance on a monitor in the lobby, and she looks so cute, I could cry. Jack chases a fly for the whole hour while we wait for Greta. All the other mom's thought Jack was hysterical - I said, wait until he gets that fly. He tried open handed swatting, stomping, running/ stomping and Jack's signature "Scream you to your death". Glad dance class is only an hour.

We rode to see Papa and Gee. The weather is gorgeous and the sunflowers on the side of the road are to die for matched with the blue sky and the greens in the trees and the fields. If only I could paint, I would show you how lovely. The ride home was just as gorgeous but always has a patch of gray clouds that remind me of Halloween coming soon. They also go with my thoughts about Papa and his health. But, Jack and Greta gave him the sweetest kisses and hugs. He needed them and I know he loved them. I loved them. You get them next.

We came home and relaxed in the cool house until dinner time. I made fettucini with red sauce and they ate it up especially after I grated fresh parmesan cheese in it. They called it Rapunzel hair - well, Greta did, and Jack agreed. They liked it so much that I spent most of dinner time grating cheese so they would eat. Then we settled in for the night with kettle corn and cherry juice and "Tinkerbell and the Great Fairy Rescue". I am sure that if there were really such a thing as Pixie Dust, we would never see these kids again.

Bed time...I am tired. We brushed teeth and Jack wore his new Thomas the Train Tshirt and a diaper to bed. Greta got her princesses out of lock up (She was grounded from them for a week for very naughty 'tude). I rocked and nursed Jack to sleep and slipped his Thomas the Train engine out from where he had stuck it between his legs, and laid him down. Greta was already fast asleep with all of her princesses and fairies in her bed with her...and I am sipping champagne that you hid behind the A1 sauce. Such a nice surprise, but I can't wait until you are home again! Love.