Call It What You Want...

a lot of my friends in blog land are quiet right now. Andrea's laptop has been on the fritz, The Thief's going into Holy Week [except I just checked and he has two new entires...], MB's all about the Lady Volunteers in the big game, Ruth and Tara are retiring, Angela's swamped, The Dunce just bought a new house, Chuck's clammed up [yeah, he's got a new one, too], Big Mama got new floors.

Just in case you're wondering, *I'm* still here. And so are the boys.

Today everyone was up before 8, which is unusual, but since I've been having trouble getting Mark up before 8:30, I went with it. Things were downright normal around here, with only a little screaming and tantrum-throwing. There was some playing in the porch (the back porch, which we went into something like twice since we moved here, up until Mark discovered he could play in it...), and some general fun.

Mark found his new hat, a gift from Pastor Doug (he's guy on the right). I told him we'd have to make him a thank-you note for it, and he said, "O-kay! Let's GO!" and ran in to his art table. While he was coloring a picture, he said, "Fank you John Deere hat!" [*Yes, Big Mama, he even gets the idea of the thank-you note!!!!!]

So. A thank-you note (with an accompanying note from me about the fun of making this, and a print of this photo) is in the mailbox -- Mark even got to take it out and put it in the box -- waiting for the mail carrier to come pick it up and take it off to Pastor Doug.

After that, he drew with markers for a while and then painted -- wearing his new paint jacket even. That had to be more supervised, so those pictures aren't on the computer yet. But I thought I ought to let you know that I'm still here...