Let's just start the rundown with Stacy. She finished finals about a week ago, and has another couple of weeks until her summer class starts. However, any free time she might have had is been rapidly eaten up with the end-of-school rigamorale, and plus, she's been working ridiculously long hours trying to get through the end of the school year at GCS.
Next, Benjamin. He went to the Georgia FFA Convention a couple of weeks ago, where he won 5th in the junior woodworking project in state (1st in area). That, of course, has him all pumped up about FFA. We attended the chapter banquet with him last week, where he received his Discovery Degree, then went to the LMS awards night this past Thursday, where he received the "Outstanding Agriscience Student of the Year" for the eighth grade. He also finally managed to destroy the phone he got for Christmas, but is too busy playing on his iPod Touch to really notice.
Then, there is Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn won the DARE speech/essay competition for her class, and so she got to read it for the DARE graduation. She did a wonderful job, not that I expected anything less. You can tell that school is almost over for the year because all of them (but especially Kaitlyn) have turned into very grumpy wild animals in the mornings. Thankfully, only 5 days left for me to have to rouse them from their slumber. Some mornings, I fear for my life. She did very well on her CRCT scores, missing the elusive "E" in math by a mere 5 points.
Shelby. Shelby also got her CRCT scores back. She got an "E" in everything but one subject (can't remember which), which she only missed by 4 points. Her math score, wow, it was impressive. She got to go on a field trip to the Okefenokee week before last, where she said she has never seen so many gators in her life. She was sick last Monday and missed getting to see Mrs. Norris, who dropped in for a visit. Understandably, she was very upset. Incidentally, she and Kaitlyn are both running fevers today, which I'm just pretty tired of.
Emma. Emma's third birthday is less than a month away now, and like all 3 of her older siblings, she shows no interest at all in learning to use the potty. (LOL. That makes it sound like they still don't use the potty. They do, but none of them started until after they turned 3.) She's just too busy for such trivialities. I've been trying to bribe her with M&M's, but no luck. Stacy said she would give her a puppy, then I think she realized what she had said and has since been silent. Emma has been pretty rough on the puppy she has here lately. Poor Bindy. Yesterday, when Shelby's fever was approaching freakishly high levels once again, she was seen to put her hand on Bindy's forehead and say, "Oh, no. She has a fever. We need to go to Doc's." Yeah, that's just what Doc needs.
Speaking of Dr. McNeal. Before we went to Orlando last month, I was heard to say that I dreaded boarding Bindy because I would have to listen to Doc complain about how fat she is. Well, thank you, Shelby, for running to her and telling her that at church the very next Sunday. And yes, I had to listen to that and much, much more. (She was only 7 pounds overweight this time...what's the big deal? That's only 1/5 her body weight.) Anyway, Emma and I had to stop back in a couple of weeks later, and the girls at the office just had to take her back to show her all of the various animals that were there for a visit. Doc offers Emma a sucker, then tells her to get some for her brother and sisters. Emma reaches into the drawer and grabs a big handful, and I tell her to put them all back but four. Doc insists she needs much more than that. "Oh, take more than that, it won't hurt them." Poor Doc. I lit into her. She's got my dog on a diet of one little teeny tiny cup of food per day trying to take some weight off of her, and then she's trying to fatten my kids up! Go figure.
Well, I guess I'm last. It's spring project time at our house. I finished up my quarter teaching at GSOP, so finally had a little slack time. The bed situation at our house was untenable, so we decided to move the girls' trundle bed into Emma's room and put a bunk bed in their room. This story really has three facets, so let me handle them in order.
First, the removal of Emma's crib. It was all I could do not to cry. That crib has been in almost constant use since 1995. First Benjamin, then he moved into a "big kid" bed so we could put Kaitlyn in it. Shelby remained in the bassonet for a while, then she moved into it. It was in constant use from 95-03, and I'm pretty sure someone borrowed it between 03 and 06, but I can't remember whom. It was sad to take it down for the final time, but Lord willing, it will have some grandkids in it one of these days.
Second, dad isn't here. Seems like nearly every spring we have a project going on, and nearly every spring dad shows up in time to help with it. But their schedule has prevented them this year. That's OK, dad, I'm sure we can find something for you to do when you do make it down.
Third, the actual bunk bed. We looked at a bunch of different ones and decided exactly what we wanted. We also decided that we did not really want to pay what they wanted for them. So, you guessed it, I'm building a set. The lumber has been purchased and we've begun working it (thanks, Mr. Ron, for the use of the planer, joiner, and table saw), but not very quickly. Lots of sanding to be done, and too many evening activities going on right now. I will post a picture of the finished product, but not one of what it is supposed to look like, because odds are, they're not going to match (please don't tell Stacy I said that). Meanwhile, the girls are relegated to sleeping on an air mattress in their floor. We did get their room painted, etc., etc. (If you knew just how much I hate painting, it would begin to give you an idea of just how much I love my wife.) So their room is ready, I just need a couple of days where I can get out there and finish prepping the lumber.
Well, for someone who didn't have anything to say, I think I've probably said too much already.
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