How Summer Ended, or Crash And Burn

It sucked, that's how it ended. It was a miasma of bickering and whining and moping and had a two-week no-electronics grounding grande finale. Egad.

The good stuff was getting school supplies, because that is always fun; meeting the teacher, because that is exciting; and having the Wolfs come spend one last day with us, which included my daughters screaming at crying at each other, so not fun at all. Egad. Again.

However, school has now begun, and THAT is good stuff. It is a busy year because Charlotte is in fifth grade - her final year in elementary school - and, boy, is she making it count! She signed up to be on the flag guard, so I take her half an hour early each day to put up the flag. She signed up for hand chimes, so I will pick her up an hour late once a week. She also signed up for book club, so that is two other late pick-ups a month. She submitted a drawing for the yearbook cover. She volunteered to be Zero the Hero for the kindergartners. She is living the dream.

Claire also signed up for hand-chimes. She will go early with Charlotte once a week. She is happy happy happy with her classmates and her teachers and her backpack and her sporty-school-self (that is her own identification. Apparently she just feels sportier at school). She already attended a fun swim birthday party with about half the fourth grade in attendance. She, along with Charlotte, is deeply into reading, and they both work on two or three novels at a time.

Gabe is handling first grade as well as can be expected. He whines about the work, but then he easily completes it and brags that it was so dang easy. He informed Liz he has been mad at Coach Hall in P.E. "since kindergarten," and he keeps getting nonfiction books about animals from the library and making me read them. Ugh.

OH - here's the other big news...

WE GOT A BUNNY! His name is George. Craig and Jess got him for the kids' combined 2013 birthday and Christmas present. We love that little guy. He's a dwarf Holland lop eared brown and white little funny bunny of cuteness. He's litterbox trained and learning to come on command (with strawberries). The kids are bonkers for him. Me too. The kids call him my furry baby. I can't help it. He's really adorable and fun. He hates to be picked up but he loves to snuggle and play. He eats all sorts of veggies and hay and pellets which Charlotte has taken to feeding him twice a day. I am the only one who cleans his cage, but once back-to-school settles down, they will get the pleasure of that chore as well. Thank goodness it isn't hard. I'll post pix some time when I actually take pix. OH - I can post the video of the kids receiving George. It's short and very sweet, with me (according to Sarah very rudely) telling Andy to get out of the way, so ignore that part. I was just trying to work my camera video thing on my phone.