Thursday was a full day. The morning was semi-wasted, semi-rememberance for me. I found myself entrigued and mesmerized by the 9-11 memorial events on tv. The service at the Pentagon was very interesting to me - especially as it focused on the unveiling of the Memorial Park. It was amazing to hear about the thought that went into the Memorial. Check out the photos and symbolism at http://memorial.pentagon.mil/default.htm.
That night, we headed over to our friends' house - Llew and Lisa. Lisa was kind enough to offer to make something special for Craig's upcoming birthday. She talked to Craig and he said that his favorite was cake batter. So, some of us enjoyed batter in the form of cupcakes while Craig enjoyed his bowl of batter. YUM for him (and the rest of us).
Before I knew it, it was time to pack up a picnic lunch, load Kalyn and Xander in the car. During the drive, a soon-to-be-famous conversation took place:
Kalyn: Mommy, why are you angry?
Me: Well, I'm not angry. I'm just frustrated because I've had to tell you the same thing over and over this morning. (I cannot count the number of times she asked to watch TV - my answer never changing my answer of "no". One question came right after she came out of time out for asking the question.)
Kalyn: Oh. (insert a wait of about 2 seconds) So, Mommy, why are you angry?
So, on the background of that, we headed out to Woodstock's Brown Bag Lunch Concert. Our friend Cacee invited us to join her and Asher in downtown Woodstock for a musical concert and picnic lunch. It was a great chance to hear some fun and relaxing music and let the kids play and run around a bit. This week's musical performer was a guy and his guitar as he sang a wide variety of songs. The kids has a great time playing mostly around this huge tree, which included a vine that hung just low enough for the older kids to grab hold and live out their Tarzan dreams (even though they have no idea who that was).
That afternoon, Trinity got off the school bus and we headed to the house to finish her first first 
grade project - a tie tin land formation. Earlier in the week, we had reviewed the options (coast, valley, plain, mountain, plateau, desert), Trinity had choosen to make a coast (perfect, since we were just at one last week!) and we had begun. Glueing sand to the bottom, making paper waves, pasting fish she had drawn on the bottom, glueing the shells on the beach area. The last step was to put the water into a sealable bag, dye it blue and past it down. Much easeier said that done. We went through 4-5 different bags (various sizes and brands) without any success - too big, too small, leaked from the top, leaked from the bottom with the final straw being a tiny, tiny hole. So, I went to Trinity and we came up with another option - Play Doh. Here was the final project (or at least how it looked before the bus trip to school the next morning).
grade project - a tie tin land formation. Earlier in the week, we had reviewed the options (coast, valley, plain, mountain, plateau, desert), Trinity had choosen to make a coast (perfect, since we were just at one last week!) and we had begun. Glueing sand to the bottom, making paper waves, pasting fish she had drawn on the bottom, glueing the shells on the beach area. The last step was to put the water into a sealable bag, dye it blue and past it down. Much easeier said that done. We went through 4-5 different bags (various sizes and brands) without any success - too big, too small, leaked from the top, leaked from the bottom with the final straw being a tiny, tiny hole. So, I went to Trinity and we came up with another option - Play Doh. Here was the final project (or at least how it looked before the bus trip to school the next morning).
That night, we headed over to our friends' house - Llew and Lisa. Lisa was kind enough to offer to make something special for Craig's upcoming birthday. She talked to Craig and he said that his favorite was cake batter. So, some of us enjoyed batter in the form of cupcakes while Craig enjoyed his bowl of batter. YUM for him (and the rest of us).
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Did Llew and Lisa go to UGA?
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