Rainy Day

The Prince and the Knight are both upstairs. It is 1:00 and time for naps. The Princess is at school. It will be interesting to see how things change once the Princess is home for the summer. She and the Knight are my big sleepers. The Prince is a good napper but up at the butt crack of dawn, as the BreadWinner likes to say. The Princess will be 6 years old this summer though so the days for my mid-day break are numbered. I need to plan some fun activities for the Princess and the Prince who will be 4 years old this summer. It gets so god-awful hot down here that if we do not get outside in the wee hours of the morning (before 10:00) we don't get outside all day. It will be good to not have an infant to watch this year. The Knight is two years old now and he will actually sit in one place and play for a while as opposed to his one year old self who was here, there, and everywhere and wore his poor mother out! The BreadWinner is still at work. He called and said that some folks had brought chili in for their annualy chili cookoff. While pondering what bowl of Texas chili to try so as to not explode in the hours following, a security guard pointed out the chili he made. A little too late, he shared some of the secret ingredients. You should have come home for lunch, honey! But then when do you get a chance to eat caribou chili? This MomOfThree is happy with her toast and coffee for lunch.

My morning was filled with writing the Princess class newsletter. When I volunteered to be a room parent for the Princess's Kindergarten teacher, I had no idea that I was actually becoming a person assistant! It is a lot of work but it is also a lot of fun. Princess's teacher is going in for surgery next Monday. She is going to tell her class on Friday so I am going to try to prepare myself for some questions. Ever since traveling back home to Iowa in early March for my grandfather's funeral, the Princess has been obsessed with dying. Her comment yesterday was "When you are 91 you will die." Would't things be easier to explaine if that were true? Everyone would get a fair shot out of life and then have time to make plans for the end. I tried to put a positive twist on this and told her that some people actually make it past 100 years old and that the oldest person in the world is something like 125. That seemed to make her happy. I love my smart children but I wonder if I have all of the right answers for them. I guess we just make it up as we go along, huh?