Molly…that girl

This evening Molly informed me that she went to the front of her Bible class to tell what she would do if she had $10,000. Every student in the class did this, if I’m understanding correctly.
Well, she said she would like to buy a bungee set….the kind she jumped on at the fair that is connected to a trampoline.
Then, she told me everyone else said something about giving to the poor. I asked her if she wishes she had said something like that, but she said no. She was sure he wanted the bungee set.

Cosby Show

In recent days my kids have been introduced to The Cosby Show. All three of them absolutely love it. They think Peter, the chubby white kid, is hilarious. Rudy is their favorite of the Huxtable family. They think Sonya is kind of strange. They just had to tell me all about when Denise made Theo a shirt and it turned out horrible. Ruby doesn’t like when Claire and Cliff “act funny towards each other.” She means when they flirt with each other. She talks to Josh about “Cliff” and “Claire” like he should know exactly who she is talking about….he doesn’t.
Ruby also tells me regularly that I look like Claire Huxtable. “I mean, not exactly because your skin isn’t quite as brown, but it’s kind of weird that you look a lot like her to me,” she says. “And not the hair, your hair is more curly and not like hers, but something about her and you is so much alike.”
She didn’t share this with me once or twice, but many times. Today, for example, we were in Wendy’s and hadn’t seen The Cosby Show lately or even talked about it, but Ruby told me again how much I remind her of Claire in the face. So I looked her up.


I’m not sure if it is the shape of the face or the cheek bones, but Ruby is convinced I look like Claire. She also says she used to think I was an Indian when I was tan, and she would pretend I was in her mind. What a funny kiddo.


I’m a little nervous about what may be in my future. Josh has a recent interest in tents and lanterns and outdoor stoves. It sounds like camping, and I am unsure that I am a camper. I mean, the idea of making memories and sitting around a campfire sounds great. The reality of it, however, may be a bit much.
My first question was, “What about coffee??!!”
The next question was, “What about renting a little cottage?”
Josh was having none of that.
I’m also curious as to what happens when I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, which I can guarantee will happen.

So we spent some time at a store that sells anything you need for the great outdoors. It was hilarious. Mack walked around saying “This place is awesome!!!” He was trying out play guns and trying on fishing vests. He cried when we left without a hat for him! The girls were noticing other things….like a tick remover tool. I told Molly about ticks. She was appalled. “So you mean I might get a bug on me that will suck my blood???!!!” She spotted mosquito nets and inquired about whether we needed one or not. Josh assured her it would be too cold for mosquitos to get us.
Great. That’s comforting…I love being cold.
Ruby found a s’mores stacking tool. That turned my thoughts back to happy, memory making ones…but I’m still extremely unsure about all of this. We haven’t made any purchases. And Josh has threatened to uninvite me if I keep asking such negative questions. I don’t mean to be negative. I just need a safe place to voice my concerns.

Anyhoo, I decided it was probably time to leave when Ruby saw what looked to be an antiquated pamphlet on the year 1995 , subtitled “a nostalgic look back in time.” I graduated from high school that year. It’s not THAT long ago….good grief!

So we left the store empty-handed. Mack and Josh could have stayed several more hours.
Oh! I almost forgot. Another one of my questions was, “What about bears?!” Again, Josh just shook his head and told me to stop being negative. I prefer to call it being realistic. He is extremely optimistic. He needs me to balance him out. And to remind him to bring his shotgun in case by some random chance a bear does indeed decide to visit our campsite.


Digraph TH


Mack and I were just doing a lesson on the digraph TH. He was sooooo bored. He told me it was sooooo not fun. “THis is not fun! Why do I have to do THis???” he whined.

I told him he should put as much effort into learning to read as he does in football.
“Mom, THat is not fair.”

Continuing in our TH digraph lesson, I further explained, “THat way, you won’t end up being a THug.”

So, there you have it. Our reading/phonics lesson for today. Aren’t you impressed?

Good Answer!

Mack was “helping” me fold laundry this morning. He was actually doing a good job. I asked him how he got to be such a smart, cute kid. He just smiled real big, so I asked him again, “C’mon, Mack, tell me how you got to be such a smart, cute kid.”
He said, “I got it from my mom.”

That’s a clever kid.