First off, Drew went scorpion hunting last night. He got, probably 25. You go out with your black light and a hammer, and then when you see them (because they glow bright orange with the black light in the dark) you slam the hammer on their heads.
Humane, no? He said it was actually a little cathartic. Go him. Luckily, they’re slow little critters, no chance of them running up to you and biting you. He’s going to do it nightly until he’s not finding any and then maybe weekly. I can’t take them in our house. As for an exterminator, it sounds like you can’t really kill them, unless you kill THEM. Like, spray the actual insect (are they an insect?). We are going to work on the insects they live on, but they can live forever without a kill. I hate them. It’s hamma’ time…. ;D
In other news, Drew starts ASU today. He’s also taking an institute class to get cheaper/closer parking. I was hoping it was a marriage prep class, no luck. It’s teachings of the living prophets. It’s weird to think he’s going back to school, but whatever. Band widow, masters widow… it’s still a widow.
Conner is doing gifted testing today at the Jr. High. He’s really liking his classes. We had curriculum night there last week and it was like a dream. Just perfect for him, and I really like his teachers. Really excited for him. He also made it into the jazz band, so he’s gonna go early a couple of days a week, and I even found a mom to carpool with. yay.
Every day when I pick Spencer up (from the bus, thank goodness) I ask him what he’s learned. And he says, “Mom, I learned nothing new, do you mean what did the CLASS learn?” I emailed his teacher today just to see if she’s seeing what he’s saying… we’ll see what she says. We have her “curriculum night” (aka, back to school night) tonight. Excited to learn a little bit more about her. Thinking about keeping Spencer in swimming lessons every other Saturday or something, at least through September. I think he needs something besides piano.
P is doing great. The potty is still really new, sometimes she’ll “go” (and by “go” — I mean she’ll sit on it) every 5 minutes or so. She only wet a couple of times yesterday AM with minimal prompts from me. I’m pretty dang happy about it.
As for me, life keeps moving along. I’m still trying to be nice to myself, but I have started walking 3 mornings a week, just for 20 minutes. I do about 5 minutes of jogging in the middle of it. It’s nice to get my heart up but I don’t want to overdo it yet. We’ve also had an excessive heat warning for like the past 3 days… I’m happy to stay inside with little Miss Potty.
And life goes on, doesn’t it?
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