Aren’t they all misc. items? Anyway….
My mom’s presently wending her way up the Mississippi on a five-week bike trip from NOLA to Lake Itasca. It’s her second time riding the length of the river, only this time she’s going uphill. God love ‘er. The upshot is that Leah and I get to stay at her house for a month while work’s being done on our new house. Beats holing up in a motel for that time.
We’re moving out this weekend. I’ve lined up the assistance of a couple friends/drinking buddies to help haul “the big stuff” into our Pod storage unit. I can’t believe it looks like the weather is going to cooperate. Did I just jinx myself? Probably.
Ava received a reprimand at daycare yesterday for continuing to put rocks in her mouth after being told six times to stop. The workers asked us to talk to her, in what is undoubtedly the first of many teacher-requested sit downs we’ll have with our daughter over the next 15 years. The way things are shaping up now, Ava’s going to provide ample payback for every misdeed Leah and I committed in our own childhoods. I’m still trying to convince myself that her displays of “spirit” are merely signs of her intelligence. Crikey, she’s going to be one smart cookie when she grows up!