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Here's the Boy's writing assignment today:

Now write some sentences that describe YOU

"Hi. I'm handsome. I'm creative. I am a genius. I am smarter than (the Girl). I wish this was none of your beeswax."

I've gotten several comments about the Boy's "mad reading skillz" (a direct quote from his Religious Education teacher, who is also a homeschooler) lately. There seems to be some misapprehension that I am responsible for them. In actuality, my contributions were only genes, a willingness to provide a reading-rich environment and a little structured time with the Bob books). The real power came from the focus, determination (that some have tried to diagnose as pathological) and self-confidence (as evidenced above) that he has when he wants to do something/make something happen.

(Homebirth after Caesarean) I found this video on Hathor's site, and got all teary, reminiscing over the HBACs that I have been privileged to attend:

Mama Grinch. Or at least that's what I've been accused of being by the Girl. But this is my blog so listen to my side of the story. It started about 6 months ago when I noticed that the Girl was putting her clean, still folded clothing back down the laundry chute to be washed. As one might expect, I was less than pleased, 'cause I am not a cheerful, or even resigned, Sisyphus when it comes to housework. So, I told her that she could do her own laundry for awhile---until she came up with a written apology that included why what she did was wrong as well as a plan to ensure that it wouldn't happen again. This took about a week, and probably would have taken longer, if one of her homeschool friend's mom (my friend as well) decided to help her formulate the letter. I then had her post said letter on her mirror, and we went back to me doing the bulk of the laundry and she and the Boy, helping out with various parts when I asked them.

Actually, this picture should more accurately be titled "11 more days" because it depicts what will happen the day AFTER Scooter gets here, if his last visit is anything to go by. He, Dee (and hopefully) SharonHeron and JentheHen* and I will have stayed up nearly all night to catch up, reminisce, philosophize, make plans for taking over the world, etc. There might be a little alcohol involved. There will definitely be 80's music. There will be so much laughter that we might hush ourselves and listen intently for the 'Savant's dulcet snores; although this time, the 'Savant has decided to take off work so he can stay up with us for a bit. (The 'Savant is a lightweight when it comes to allnighters.) There will be a big pot of some kind of soup and folks wearing their jammies all day. There will be Uncle Scooter leading the kids into various kinds of devilment while winking at me.

The world will just about stop for that Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. There will be history class, because I will still have lots of stamina (who took the picture, huh?), but I have no mamas in the birth window, so there should be no births. What else there will be depends entirely on the aforesaid participants and I am all abubble in anticipation.

*I've know Scooter since 3rd grade, Dee since 8th grade, Jen since 10th grade and Sharon since college. These people know where the bodies are buried, mostly because they have participated in the interments.