Just Matthew, chillin’ on the floor. Done with his written homework, procrastinating going to start his sax practice and free reading. (In case you were wondering, the mark on his left arm is ink from an accidental encounter when borrowing a pen from a classmate at school. I kept doing a double take every time I caught a glimpse of it the rest of the evening.)
I’d been meaning to cut Kaylee’s bangs for a few weeks, but I never seemed to remember at an opportune time. Since she continually just shoves them out of her face when they’re too long, I hadn’t realized just how long they’d gotten!
She was completely uncooperative about keeping her head up when I was cutting, so I basically had to guess on the length, and they came out a bit shorter than I’d intended. But she was happy with the result, and I’m sure they’ll be back in her eyes again before we know it. :b
We finally got a semi non-windy day, so today was Weed War Part 2 – granular weed ‘n feed treatment . These are a few of the abandoned toys I dragged up onto the patio out of our overgrown jungle of a backyard to clear the way for the spreader. I have a feeling most of the poor toys I found out there are not going to be salvageable.
I just happened to slouch down at just the perfect angle this afternoon to catch a glimpse of this reflection on my webcam. It’s the window above our front door. I love that it shows up as this vibrant purple. (No, the sky wasn’t actually purple today.) The photo is terrible, but it’s the best of my many attempts, none of which included the surface of the webcam itself and the tiny reflection both in focus. :b
{I so wanted to title this post “The Purple Door Window, but it wouldn’t let me do a strikethrough in the title. I guess it’s ok; it wouldn’t have made sense to anyone who doesn’t watch “Being Erica” anyway. LOL}
Typical Sunday – newspaper piled on the floor after Mark finishes reading and clipping coupons, while Kaylee will have wandered off somewhere with the comics. :)
On Saturday we often try to make a run to the bank so that the kids can put money in their savings accounts. Saturdays are double stamp days, earning them more points towards little gift cards and such. Kaylee was her usual cooperative model self this morning. :b
I have never fried an egg in my life before today, a fact that Mark found incredible. I don’t cook much to begin with, so why on earth would I fry eggs if I don’t eat fried eggs? I mean, I have one once in a great while if Mark cooks them, or if eggs come with my meal at IHOP, but I don’t remember ever having eaten one before I met Mark, and they still really aren’t on my list of favorite foods, so why would he think that I should be proficient at making them? Humph. Bah. Pffffffft. :b Anyway… wanting me to make him some breakfast, after he got over his incredulity, Mark talked me through frying him up some ham and eggs this morning. It cracked me up that the food, along with preheat indicator in the center of the pan, made this giant happy face.
