Friday, October 02, 2015
A whole lot of insignificant in the grand scheme of life but still important things....
We went to the fair.
We've eaten a lot of food. Some of it better than others.
I've baked a little. It's pretty much not my thing anymore, but I can still make a pretty mean cookie. Well, a nice and edible cookie. "Mean" meaning tasty.
I've driven to the school. A lot. Elliott is now in the band, trombone player, and has to be to school four days a week by 8:10. We get up really early now. Quinn and I take Elliott to school, come home, finish getting Wyatt ready, and then take Wyatt to school. At least they both finish at the same time now since Wyatt is a first grader. Two drop off and two pick up trips would be a bit much in a day. Quinn and I spend a lot of time buckling buckles.
We went to the Mountains to live deliberately and suck out all the marrow of life. Really, to eat charcoal burned steaks and baked potatoes and salad, but eating those things in the mountains with crisp fall air is just so much better. Really. It is so. much. better.
I've been making a lot of bags lately for family, friends, neighbors, and strangers on ETSY. It's keeping me busy and creative. I'm excited to be doing it all.
Soccer - both boys practice on Thursday nights and play games on Saturday mornings. It's a little crazy getting everyone to their field on time, and trying to watch both games, but it's fun and Elliott and Wyatt are doing awesome.
Everyone is a winner at the Pinewood Derby! Elliott's first foray into the derby was a success. He didn't have the fasted car or win anything but he got a ribbon for participating. Dad got really into the car building and in his own words, "Maybe I over thought it a bit too much", but it was a great way for these two to spend some time together.
I signed Quinn up for a sports class. It's gone as expected and better than expected. He just doesn't do people. But, if he's ever going to go to primary or school, he's got to start at least standing and holding a ball next to a kid, not his mom. To get him to participate without crying, I've been bribing him with "chichen" nuggets. He upped the anty this week with a cesars pizza.