Monday, Monday, la la, la la la la . . .

I thought I better post something before our two readers give up on us entirely.

I don't really have anything to write about it.

Well, that's not really true. I have A LOT of things jumbled up in my head, but nothing that I can get unraveled right now in the space of this blog. So, I'll give a quick update on the family:

Luke is consistently Luke--in our family, he is the most consistent member. He is always moving, always happy, always ready to "do something!", always hungry, and always never ready to go to bed. He has the end-of-year countdown going, and as he says with confidence, "I'm already practically a 2nd grader." He is, and I can't believe that. He has a really weird field trip this Friday. Here's how it works: on the first week of school, we sent a ziploc bag with money (a dollar bill, some change) for them to use all year for their math units. So, this Friday, they are going to take that crumpled, germy bag of money and go to Party City to spend it. (Why Party City? That's the weird part of this trip to me. Party City has all kinds of napkins, paper plates, plastic anything to eat with and on, and decorations. Very little that can be purchased for $2.85.) Then, they will be routed to Rosa's for lunch--a Sprite and a bean and cheese burritos. All parents are HIGHLY encouraged to attend--I have no class this Friday, so guess where I will be? At Party City, scrounging around for something to buy for $2.85. My guess is that we'll leave with candy.

Grace is getting to be more and more a two year old every day--and I mean that in all its goodness and all of its negatives! I'm sure that if she wasn't so adorable, she would have earned a few more spankings so far. She loves the words, "mine" and "no" and "aughhghhhhhhhhhh" yelled at the top of her lungs whenever her brother does something that she doesn't like. She also likes to point out anything that is "cute"--and by george, there are a lot of cute things in this world, and I have now been directed to look at just about every one of them. Love it.

Rob is finishing his classes this week; we are all relieved. I'll let him blog about that; he has done well, and is trying to decide what to take this summer.

I'm wrapping things up for the end of the semester, and I can't wait to jump into my swimming suit. Only the first part of the previous statement is true.

I can't wait, however, to be home with my two children and just hang out with them. Not only do I really love them, I really like them.

That's all for now.
Jana