The Return...I'm a Happy Momma

This week has been back to normal....a little less stressful. I am so very glad to breathe a sigh of relief! Granny B is back! We are so happy that she has returned happy and healthy. The fact that I do not have to worry about finding someone to fill her shoes each day has lifted a huge weight from my shoulders. I am so thankful that she is back, but I am equally thankful that I had some wonderful "subs" during her absence. :)

The kids are out of school this week, as well. That has been nice, too! No worries about who will pick them up and I do not have to do all that school prepping at night: laying out clothes, bags, etc. Faith, Cam, and Mallory are extremely happy to see their Granny B, but I think that they are missing school a little bit. No worries....teacher mommy can fill that void!

I have tried to bring the kids "homework" routinely...something fun...and something more work related. They usually run to the door begging for what I brought, which makes me smile...but also stresses me when I forget! :)  ANYWAY. As usual, I brought some things home yesterday. I yell from the kitchen, "Who wants to do their work?!" The girls come running. Cameron hangs back and says, "I not want to. All I want is dat tandy torn." Yep. He loves candy corn as much as me, and that's about the only way that I can get him to count past two. Seriously. He is his daddy made over. Faith, on the other hand, asks me to bring MORE work home. She is more into the workbook type thing. She wants to WORK. If I had the time, I imagine that I could certainly take flight with her eagerness...we will work on that. Mallory is interested, but she is still a bit young for "homework." Her homework for now is to get potty trained...wish us luck with that one, by the way.

Two funny stories:

First, I come home to this on afternoon:

The kids were as happy as could be. There's nothing wrong with them knocking over my tree with their Gator. It was a dead tree, so I guess they thought they were doing me a favor.

Second, Cam's imaginary friend obviously has a potty mouth. We were sitting at the table talking about something...can't recall what. Cameron, disgusted about something said, "Well, damn." I continued talking and then thought about what he said..."What?" Cameron continued right on repeating the word. I looked at him. He said, Charles says "Dammit."  I had to turn away. I hate he said the bad word, but it was HILARIOUS. I sure hope he doesn't share that at school! LOL!

Now, I am ready for the weekend!!!!!!!