Diet Dr. Pepper

Looks like I've had too many diet dr. peppers today. I am wide awake (very unusual for me, since it seems I've been tired for the past 12 months straight) at 12:01 a.m.

So, although the carpet could stand to be vacuumed and my bathroom needs to be cleaned, strictly out of courtesy to the sleeping members of my family (grin) I will quietly blog for a few minutes.

I love fall. It's been nice to have a few little glimpses for fall here in Houston, though today was pretty warm and muggy. The girls are getting geared up for "Fall Festival" - which is what we do instead of Halloween. We don't care for the scary stuff - especially Emma who can't take her eyes off the scary stuff, but glares defiantly at anything Halloweeny-scary in the stores. She used to yell VERY LOUDLY at witches, goblins, skeletons, etc..."I don't like you. You're ugly! You don't scare me!" She did this everywhere we went that had anything scary to look at. And she would yell at the display until we passed it. And keep in mind, Hobby lobby starts putting up the Halloween stuff around like JULY.

Okay, so about Fall Festival - Meagan will be a honey bee since that's our little nickname for her. Emma has decided to be Wonder Woman and there is no changing her mind on that. I think it will be the cutest, funniest thing ever. And Allison will be Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. The costumes were ordered tonight and paid for with paypal money made from some stuff I sold on ebay last week. Woo-hoo ebay!

Allison's class has been studying plants in science. They did a bean experiment where they planted a bean in some dirt in a clear plastic cup and then made observations and recorded their observations. Allison had told me her bean wasn't growing. She commented on it to me about three times during their two week experiment. Today her papers came home with the observations she had recorded. On about day 5 she says, "I still see nothing. I'm woreyed my bean is diying." I hate that she was worried. I think on day 10 she says something like, "I never saw anything. I think my bean died." Poor baby. She's seven, in the second grade, but she is still my baby. Disappointment is hard. It's hard to see your child worry (even over something a inconsequential as a bean) and then end up disappointed. It's not something that's going to put her in therapy - please understand I'm not being overdramatic here. I'm just saying, I wish someone at school could have just squeezed her and told her, "Don't worry about your bean. After all, it's just a bean, sweety." Oh, well. That's what I'm here for.