Cinderella
The chores proceed apace, which is making me happy. OmegaDad discovered the Internet Bonanza of American Girl doll accoutrements, and the dotter is agog. And eager to buy, buy, buy! Which, of course, means money, money, money! Which leads to chores.
Ahhhh. So the dotter is sweeping, and vacuuming, and cleaning the catbox, and sorting laundry, and carrying laundry back upstairs and putting it away (I know I mentioned every single one of these things before, but it’s so damn nice to have it done, even if I do have to follow around and give pointers and make sure she does more than a seven-year-old’s slapdash job).
OmegaDad has been making bread. He recently made two loaves of challah, one for us, one for our next-door neighbor, who just got married. The late afternoon sunshine just made the warmth and goodness pop out in the picture. Aren’t they purty?
Also enjoying the afternoon warmth was one of our cats, Wooly. Piggy, the scaredy cat, rarely (if ever) ventures upstairs, but Wooly is everywhere. Including on our laptop. Which means that, after I took this picture, I spent five minutes closing obscure Windows windows and making sure he hadn’t accidentally switched screen resolutions, or turned on Armenian language, or shut off all the keyboard shortcuts. For reference, this was what he looked like a few years ago, when he was only five or six weeks old.
Our new chickens are laying eggs now–yay! So we get a wide variety of egg sizes. The big one is from one of our older girls; the little one is from one of the new layers. Our Silkies lay eggs only a bit bigger than the little one, but the new girls’ eggs will end up as big as the one on the left in a few months.
Another shot of Cinderella, posing:
She starts second grade tomorrow. She’s been wandering the house shouting excitedly about school starting; that excitement will disappear very soon. Right now, she’s upset that her second-grade teacher is male: “A dude?! I don’t want a dude for a teacher!!” There is an implied “WTF?!” in there that she hasn’t taken to using. Yet. (I, of course, am quite aware that she tends to get ferocious crushes on young men who are coaches or counselors or teachers, so fully expect her to be [occasionally] sighing about Mr. Snows. When she’s not complaining about the homework.)
Oh, yes, and in the midst of all the early/mid August stuff, I totally spaced out that OmegaMom, the blog, is now four years old. Whoa.
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