Red Rum Red Rum

It is only Monday of spring break and already I am feeling a little like Jack Nicholson and I am living in The Overlook Hotel. This is only accentuated by the fact that Noble keeps running his dump truck up and down the wood floors. Up and down ...up and down...up and down....

I love having this time with my kids, but I think we are all accustomed to DOING something, anything. This morning we all just sat and looked at each other like---'OK...now what??' Part of the problem is that we are still trying to make this place feel like home. Most of their toys are still at the other house. So, we are going to use this time to revisit the days of Laura Ingalls Wilder (that is, if she had cable and a x-box). We are going to sew our own clothes, bake our own bread, and torment little Nellie Olsen..(hey, you think she is related to MK and Ashley?)
Kiah--look that up would ya? I know how you love a good teeny bopper flick.

Ouch--I'm missing The Road Rules/Real World Challenge--gotta run.

By the way--if anybody wants to take me to see the Pokes play Friday I will make myself available. They could go all the way......