BEFORE: A MAJOR MESS!
I’m giving the younger kids room a bit of a makeover because they had a bookshelf collapse under the weight of too many books (whee!) and because I stole their favorite chair (and am replacing it) and my parents gave them a sturdier table. But OH MY. I’m thinking I ought to have just gone in there with a rake and a giant bin to rake into. Who knew there was such a mess in there under all that furniture!?!? *sigh*
So, for those after pictures, here’s what happened: I used all of Nick’s fancy green grocery sacks and filled them with boy crap. Then I sat with them as they re-piled the piles into three categories: keep, toss, donate. Then we re-re-piled the piles into categories: pokemon, beyblade, my little pony, science kit, drawing stuff. Then we put them into cubbies and back on the shelves. Speaking of the shelves, I bought spray paint for that new shelf to make it match the old one and I was DENIED my spray paint joy altogether. Naughty children wanted to keep it black. So now I’m plotting to spray paint the red one black. (Must have my precious spray paint time. But what will I spray red now? Watch out.)
AFTER: Beautiful clean room, side one
AFTER: Beautiful clean room, side two
Dear Scout Pack 369,
I’m sorry I brought my 101 degree fever to your banquet. I didn’t know I had one after I baked the brownies and fed them all to you and rubbed my germy hands all over your scouts little fuzzy heads. So sorry. :*(
David’s on day 3, Greg’s on day 1. If the cycle continues, I’ll probably have all three home tomorrow. I also have the sore throat and the cough is starting. Nick seems impervious. Yay for Nick!
Nick took the Pack 369 Tiger Cubs up for a tour of Camp Ford, the largest Prisoner of War camp during the Civil War this side of the Mississippi.
Meeting up at the front of Camp Ford
One picture of one sign. No, really, I took pictures of ALL of them. If you want to see them, let me know and I’ll post more. 🙂
Nick starts his lecture on Camp Ford while the Tiger Cubs and their families listen intently.
At some point Greg injured himself and had to be carried for a while. This did not deter Nick in the slightest.
Apparently I lied. I like pictures of signs. Whee!
On the trail…
Greg finally gets down when there’s a sign with labels that mean something to him in real time.
Playing on the wall.
This really cool cabin/tent combination that prisoners built themselves (this is more than likely a recreation, but still). Basically they were just left out there to their own devices. If they wanted shelter, they had to make it themselves.
Inside the cabin/tent. It’s kind of cozy.
When I told you I wanted to dream about my writing, I was not asking you to send me a whole other story to write; I wanted help with what I’m currently working in.
Packing for the writing retreat. This year’s necessaries: yoga mat & teapot.
This year we spent our retreat at my parents house because it was a) empty and b) free.
Food discussed (pinterest purused). Food eaten (after much delay). Publishing industry discussed.
More food purchased (Fresh!).
Slept (my first time with puppy in bed). Woken (puppies have small bladders).
More food eaten (Fresh muffins are good).
Writing discussed. Writing pondered. Writing stared at. Writing done? Possibly.
Food prepared (Steph makes a yummy marinara). Food eaten.
Writing pondered. Writing discussed. Writing read about. Writing done? Maybe.
Now time for more food preparation.
Looking up recipes for fancy food our families would not eat.
Making fancy dinner. Mmmm….
My Christmas presents from Steph made for fun retreat time in the morning once I realized I was never going to actually write again.
Just before leaving, Steph came over to my house to visit Nick and the kids and we finally got a picture together.