recreational arguing...

 ...three girls doing their school work, telling each other to be quiet in between breaking out in Taylor Swift, crunching on Sun Chips.  Camille isn't getting around too well yet, and is all snuggly on the couch. There are long silences as they actually do some work, then one of them will start doing their math out loud, or ask if seepage is a word.

I talk too much, they've informed me.  So I read the news and couldn't help sharing the awful news about the latest school shooting: perpetrated by a young woman.  

So I'm trying to be quiet, and behave, but now one of them is crunching too loud for another one of them.  (That was an unreasonably loud bite...maybe I should switch my essay topic to "Loud Eating", it infuriates me.  Other sister:  you're not going to have enough evidence and data for that. )

This fine morning, after the pool, I went to Target to pick up a few things. I was all by myself, so I wandered around looking a bit.  I only spent 27 dollars, and that was including a big package of chicken breast.  

Next, Price Chopper, for a few steaks...less than four dollars a pound.  The Peter Pan peanut butter was buy one get one free, and I found a soft fuzzy blanket in the seasonal aisle, marked down to five dollars...I gave into Camille.  

Then, Aldi, for blueberries, bananas, salad fixings, butter ($2.49 a pound!), eggs, and some lime juice.  The chicken breast is now marinating in lime juice, salt and pepper. I'll dry it off, douse it in olive oil, and roast it, slice it, and serve it with the salad fixings and some fresh Italian bread (for the girls).  

I dropped a carton of eggs in the driveway when I got home...shopping alone is nice, but bringing all the stuff in alone is NOT nice.  I had to take three trips, and it's up the deck steps!  Anyway, three broken eggs, so guess who had scrambled eggs for lunch?  

Everything is put away, the floors are vacuumed, I did some laundry, and soon it's into the kitchen with me...wow, don't I live the most exciting life?  

Yesterday after church, some of the kids and spouses and grandkids came over...we ordered pizza and wings, and Emily brought over some fancy carrot soup, spicy, made with coconut milk, SO GOOD.  There were still cupcakes here from Kathryn's birthday, and I made homemade half moon cookies yesterday morning.

Tennyson and Rhys, cousins...

With the grandkids here, there was running and yelling and silly nonsense, but oh my goodness I love them.  Grandpa was chasing them around, and Tennyson kept running to me when Grandpa almost got him...oh, those hugs!  Rhys checks in with me quite frequently, she likes to rock a little and will request, Ba Ba Black Sheep.  I got to hold newborn Jamison, and even Wulf came to sit with me for a little.  

Char's spellcheck switched mismatched to mustache, which is apparently hysterically funny.  Ah well...dinner isn't going to cook itself.