It started. And then it ended. And now we’re in the middle of the week. Yay. Or nay? Who knows? All I know is I don’t have a hell of a lot to say, really.
The girls enjoyed themselves this weekend. They played and what not. Matilda learned how to make potholders with some weaving kit. She won’t stop. She keeps weaving and weaving and weaving. It’s like she’s some sort of strange monkey given a typewriter and is trying to come out with Hamlet.
She claims that she’s going to weave them onto a giant potholder quilt. I don’t know why.
My lovely youngest daughter had a hard weekend. She’s trying to push through a molar and, well, she’s not happy about it. She wails and cries and yells and can’t make up her mind. Then, later, she’ll climb up on your lap and hug you while she’s whimpering uncontrollably. It was so sad. We just hugged her as much as possible.
Her most important consideration all weekend was where she would sit while she ate all weekend. We made dinner and she’d push her chair near whomever she chose as her target and say, “nockadoo! Nockadoo!” That means “next to you.” We help her get into her spot and she says, “thank you!”
Musically, I listened to Stew and TNP all weekend. Stew has a new album coming out next month and, as usual, I like to prime myself for the experience. Stew’s output has been incredible the last few years. At least one new disc a year. Nice. I don’t even have time to get tired of the last one before the new one comes out.
Good Stew.
Discuss Weekend
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