point five

When I was always charting out my weeks, I always thought
of Monday as "recovery from the weekend."
Today definitely feels like a recovery day.
At the moment, our house is very quiet.
Shockingly quiet.
Just the occasional sound of Sweet T's voice
("Brudder, are you still reading that book?"
"Lovely K, this door is stuck! Can you open it for me?").
Lovely K and Big E are reading.
Hello Summer Reading Program at the library.
Of course, they know if they weren't reading
right now, we'd be doing serious housework.....
Baby J, whose first tooth started making an appearance
on Saturday, is asleep. Lloyd Dobbler is at the garage
with our van which was going to have to be towed out
of our garage (ugh!) but our lovely little
mechanic got it to start when he got here with the tow truck
and so we were able to drive it to the garage.
And your faithful Bell, instead of being hard at work,
it sitting here typing to you.
But just for a minute.

I took a picture of Baby J to post today---since he is
SIX MONTHS OLD today. Now the kids can quit saying
that he is zero and say that he is "point five."
That baby has had a growth spurt.
Maybe it's the baby food that he can't get
enough of. The child loves to eat. He will eat as long as you
feed him. You just have to stop.
And he is rolling around and he is cooing and
just generally being heart-melting-ly cute.
BUT about the picture I took: I can't post it.
We had to do some moving around of computers and desks
and stuff this weekend in order to beginning setting up
Lloyd Dobbler's new office in the basement....and I don't even
know where the little thing is that I put the thingy from
the camera in
(don't be intimidated by my use of technical terms).

The monitor (from 1943) that I am using right now
is perched precariously on a shelf that really
isn't wide enough for it.
This is temporary (until we can get a flat screen monitor)
but the kids won't be using the computer while this is the
arrangement. It's kind of eerie to me to sit here using and
feeling like a little too much oomph on the return key
might bring this historic monitor down on top
of me. It probably doesn't weigh more than 20 lbs
but I don't want say, even 15 lbs
dropped on my hands or my lap or my head.
Do you?

So I'm going to slip away from the seat of danger here
and go get busy. So much to do today. My floors
downstairs are nastier than they have EVER been.
It's horrible. And there's a whole list of things for me
to do today---since there's no VBS or anything to call us away
from the house, we should be able to make some progress.
Big E will be leaving with my brother this afternoon
to go to The Big City for a baseball game. And then tomorrow
we are going to Mrs. Marathon's house to swim.
The kids don't know about that yet.
I'm not ready to be asked about it
every twenty-six seconds.

Happy "point five" to my beautiful boy!
Happy Monday to you, Dear Reader,
and may we all get everything done today that we had planned to.
On your mark, get set, GO!