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Feb. 26th, 2008 06:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaCasper's first day the the Y went well. They played outside; it was warm. mr. flea found that the coffee shop he'd intended to camp at near the Y was closed, but he ended up at Foster's and thinks it will make a good base. He's trying to save a trip. Foster's lacks wifi but 2 hours a day of imposed writing is a good thing, IMO.
It's Montessori Week at Casper's school, and today is Flower Arranging Day, which means I was in the frat boys' front yard stealing their daffs at 6:15. I feel a little bad about it - if we had anything in bloom I'd certainly use our own - but not only are the frat boys, I suspect, not avid gardeners, the particular daffs I stole were blooming between a large bush and the foundation, so not even really giving a show to the street. So really, I'm increasing the world's beauty by my theft. Now if only I can keep the cat from them.
mr. flea read the first chapter of Homer Price to Casper last night, which meant that as part of her bedtime procrastination routine she called, "I need to wash my hands! I fed a skunk today, and they are smelly!" While I helped her with the faucet, she earnestly explained about how Mrs. B had brough a skunk to school today. Ah, truth and the 4 year old mind...
It's Montessori Week at Casper's school, and today is Flower Arranging Day, which means I was in the frat boys' front yard stealing their daffs at 6:15. I feel a little bad about it - if we had anything in bloom I'd certainly use our own - but not only are the frat boys, I suspect, not avid gardeners, the particular daffs I stole were blooming between a large bush and the foundation, so not even really giving a show to the street. So really, I'm increasing the world's beauty by my theft. Now if only I can keep the cat from them.
mr. flea read the first chapter of Homer Price to Casper last night, which meant that as part of her bedtime procrastination routine she called, "I need to wash my hands! I fed a skunk today, and they are smelly!" While I helped her with the faucet, she earnestly explained about how Mrs. B had brough a skunk to school today. Ah, truth and the 4 year old mind...