Broken Eggs, Hula Hoops and Elephants . . . It All Starts With a Dream

Now that the raccoons are safely back in the Disney movies, I feel so alive . . . able to enjoy life again-without the worries of rabies-infested monsters dropping out of the ceiling.

Life is good.

So, it was with great excitement and a renewed energy that I sent Cassidy off to school last week and wished her luck in "The Great Egg Drop" event for science class.

Ah, I can sense a future in physics . . .


Or not.



Thankfully, she is keeping an open mind to her future career plans. Nanna treated us to a night at the circus last week and Thing 1 even mentioned an interest in joining the circus. I smiled as she bubbled with enthusiasm-wondering what it would be like to be a circus person, all while I sat and watched the female ringmaster put a coat on over her costume at intermission and sell pictures of people holding a snake.




Following our night under the Big Top, Cassidy went off to school to participate in "Field Day." I volunteered to help out and caught some photos of Thing 1.

As she attempted to keep several hula hoops going at once, I flashed back to the memory of the previous evening's circus and the hula-hooping girl who looked like a human version of a slinky. If Thing 1 plans on joining the circus, she's got her work cut out for her.


Designing cushioned contraptions for fragile eggs and taking part in stuff like scuba relay and the over-under-wet-sponge game deserves a break, so we took the Things to the drive-in movie theater on Friday night. Thing 2 seemed to enjoy the previews the best, begging Gregg to honk the horn along to "The Beep Beep Song" and then laughing hysterically at the ad persuading the movie-going audience to purchase mosquito repellant contraptions.

In beween outings during the weekend, Mackenzie spent some time in her bedroom. It would seem that our youngest child hasn't found her ideal medium yet . . . that expressing herself through crayon and marker on the stuffed dog, table and chairs in her room, the coffee table in our den or the kitchen table hasn't quite suited her. Therefore, she took to her bedroom walls with a blue crayon. Seriously. Upon discovering it, I expressed myself in a very passionate way and then guided her to the joys of scrubbing walls with a damp rag. Oddly enough, the mere dampness alone isn't doing a whole lot to get the crayon off so it has meant doing A LOT of time in her room. Alone. With a rag. Hmmm . . .



And so, to conclude today's post, I give you a piece of expression from our young Picasso. She has titled her piece, "The Monster."


And I anxiously await the results of my own science experiment called "Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser Meets The Monster."

Stay tuned.