As I watch my sister playing one-person tetherball I laugh at what I can remember from yesterday.
They call him "Ice."
James: "Racer, what's your favorite thing that you did yesterday?"
Lexie: "He's only asking Racer first so he can copy exactly what he says..."
Racer: "I liked playing tetherball with Ice."
James: "I liked playing tetherball with Ice."
Racer: "James! You didn't play tetherball with DAD..."
It's so good to be home. I'm able to belt, with Terra and my mom harmonizing,
and my dad being okay as long as I'm doing the dishes at the same time. Of course, there are daddy-long-legs in the shower (I'll post a picture of THAT later), and I've already gotten bit about 70 times by mosquitos, but it's home.
It's not my cute ginger-bready home, but I accept it. I feel like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White or maybe Giselle, for the tudor-
ish style makes it the most adorable thing ever. I kept trying to take pictures, but James and Lexie were running around, and the Denali was parked in the way. Oh well! Off for a new day.