The greatest week

We looked at a house in the Plastows's neighborhood, and we think that if we move into it it will suit our needs very well. We are preparing an offer on it. 

Rea says: It was pretty nice. It had three bedrooms and two bathrooms upstairs. Downstairs it had a kitchen and a front room and it had half a level with a big fireplace and it was a big room and it would be a play room, and also it had a bedroom downstairs that would be a Montessori room. and it had a garden with pumpkins and tomatoes and zucchini and yellow squash and peppers and chard. And it also had three big box elder trees and it had a nice yard. Also, we are going to put an offer on it.

Sara says that we went berry picking and that we picked plums and crab apples and black berries. She adds that dad made an amazing plumble out of the plums.

Timmy says that we saw a movie with the Plastows and the grandparents. It was about animals that were fighting, and they were fighting against an evil lizard and it was called the white bone thing.

Gideon says: I'm making a kung-fu panda game and they fighted the bad guys and the bad guys are all dying and they are all dead now and the pandas are racing up and down the hills.

Baby Elizabeth has had awful diarrhea for the last few days, and Rea has also been trying to potty train her. Alison asked her if she wanted to help, and Rea said yes, and Alison then asked her what sort of payment she wanted, and Rea responded that she would accept a book in exchange, so that is the current plan. Alison thinks that this is pretty cheap to exchange for a baby that is potty trained.

We also helped the Plastows move a little, but not a ton, since we joined that party a bit late.

Mike's school is going well. He tends to stay pretty far ahead of the work, and knows most of the material so far anyway.

Alison is doing another free challenge for her business. She is not getting as much engagement in this one as the last one, which is disappointing. 

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