It would seem that regular life leaves me with not much interesting to say. What with all the drama of the last three four years, all of the sudden things are just… normal. And I don’t know what to do with myself.

Took the boys to the barber shop today. The same barber has been cutting their hair since I fist had their shiny-penny curls chopped at 18 months. Jeff is big enough now to be vain, and to have an opinion about his cowlick. The barber and I marvel at how much he looks like a boy from a Normal Rockwell painting. Bean doesn’t care either way, as long as he gets a sucker.

The smell of a new box of crayons still delights my soul.

A friend popped by last night and surprised me with with a night out at quilt group, providing her teenage daughter for babysitting. I haven’t been to quilt group since the first of December. It’s hard to leave when you don’t have a) anyone to watch the kids, and b) any cash for a sitter. It was a treat to just hang out and kvetch with the ladies for two hours.

Remember this book? Well, I made a dress from it. Perhaps it was picking her most difficult pattern that was my doom, but it didn’t go so well. And I consider myself an advanced sewer. Overall, the book is still useful, as she gives some very good pointers, but her patterns are not all that great. I didn’t buy it for the patterns, so that’s not a loss, but still, it was a lot of fabric that now gets to be ripped apart. Oh well.

Slight progress with Abby on the potty situation. Mum’s the word.

Spring Break is next week, and I’m really wishing I had the means to pack us off somewhere for lighthearted fun. My goal is to make the week fun anyway, and hit some local highlights we’ve never visited.

Remember what I said earlier about the potty-training? Yeah, nevermind.

The dreaded Pinewood Derby is tonight,  and can I just give a shout-out to his awesome third-grade teacher, Mr. S.? It’s been a rough year for us, and not having a dad to help him has been something of which he’s keenly aware. I wrote about my feelings regarding BSA here. Well, Jeff’s teacher volunteered to help him with his Derby car, and it’s tricked out. I don’t know if if will win, but it’s great looking, and more than that, Jeffrey felt special for the attention his teacher gave to him, on his own time. I’ll return and report tomorrow.

The kids have discovered the webcam on my laptop. I never know what I might find.  The “Twist” ap in Photobooth? Totally give me the gleets.