These pictures make me happy. No, not the ice cream Ellie swiped that earned her a bath. It’s not even the progress Ellie is making with her tableware skills. It’s the fact that she has her spoon in her right hand.
And then, she has it in her left hand.
Yes, folks, seven kids in, I might finally have an ambidextrous one like me. I’ve waited, and waited, and waited, watching my dear children be so extremely right handed that they couldn’t pick a wedgie with their non dominant left hand. Ha! Finally one takes after me.
I ordered another restaurant style high chair. I love the one we have. There’s a reason restaurants use them. Anyhow, Pierce was getting one too so we could get rid of his plastic booster on a deteriorating chair that is missing a rung because Maisie made off with it and used it as a chew toy. It had been headed downhill for a while. I love my ceramic tile floors, but sliding chairs on them is destructive big time. Anyhow, Pierce’s new chair finally came in the mail.
Oh, the excitement. Pierce and I decided to put it together then and there on the porch. I opened it up.
I know it says some assembly required, but I’ve never met a box of parts that I couldn’t assemble. This one has me stumped. Instead of a chair in there, I got two eighty quart stock pot lids. I know I have quite a few children, but I have yet to own, or desire to own, two pots that hold 20 gallons each.
And so, we wait another day for Amazon to correct their shipment. Poor Pierce. He was so excited. Cymbals, anyone?!
I’m scrambling for funny photos for the week. I get to go to the homeschooling conference nearby tomorrow and Saturday. Blaine’s home with all the kids. He’s even dropping me off so he can have the van. I want to be the fly on the wall, observing him out shopping with seven kids without me. It’s never happened. He’s capable, certainly. I just want to watch. Eh, never mind. I get two days off, two lunches with girlfriends, and to hear a few of my favorite writers speak.
I. Cannot. Wait.