Abs in Action

Abs in front of the Air Force Academy chapel--purple shorts, pink shirt, camo hat, boots, and carrying a ziploc bag containing about 30 pencils.  You apparently never know when you will need a sharp one.

I wish I had more pictures of her antics, but usually at the time I am so irritated that I can't even think straight.

Abs is back to waking early, although it is only 5, so it's better than 2 or 3.  In our new house we have light beige, cream like carpet.  (Can I just add, that the carpet they put in housing should be black so I can't see "stuff" on there from previous families!)  I bought red jello cups with fruit....do you see where this is going?  I now have red jello ground into my carpet.  That's what happens when there is some jello left in the container and you try to cram 5 of them under the chair in the living room at once.

Currently our house is overcome with the smell of lavender.  It is supposed to have a calming effect, and sometimes on a rough day/night, I will put A FEW drops in Ab's bath.  Well more is better right?  I was sitting downstairs talking to my mom when I was overcome with the smell of lavender from UPSTAIRS.

I dragged my super sore body (the new trainer is a killer) up the stairs and found Abs soaking in half a bottle of essential oils lavender, and a few inches of water.  I should have known when she wanted to take a bath in the middle of the afternoon that something was up.  I wanted to trust her.  I'll let you know how calm a half a bottle of the stuff makes her.  I could only hope.

Maybe she needed to have a relaxing lavender infused bath after I talked to her teacher today and now have a conference scheduled for Monday afternoon.  I am currently waiting for an email about the events that occurred.  I.can.hardly.wait.

I love this kid dearly, I really do.  This weekend we will be completing her book The History of Mr. Potato Head.  Basically that means that I sit near her and redirect her to complete the project in short increments, while listening to her explain the finer points of how "You are the only mom that makes me do my own work".  It's loads of fun for both of us, and I assure her that one day she can be their (the other kids) boss.

Wish us both luck!