Proof

Grandma sent money for ice cream. Here's how Tristen used it!

First day of first grade

Day 1 report: "First grade stinks."
Day 2: "I wish I was still in kindergarten so I could have Crystal."
Day 3: Makes homemade crayon for new teacher.

First sleep over

Tristen and Owen spent a week testing the mettle of their camp counselors, and then they had a sleep over in Tristen's new bunk bed.

Legos: the quietest I've ever seen these two together. They MADE those things by themselves!

Then they argued over who had to sleep in the top bunk, ate dinner, and started arguing over who GOT to sleep in the top bunk. Very fun!

Bunk beds

Finally found the bunk beds I was looking for on Craig's List. Let the wild rumpus and sleepovers begin!

Questions

Tristen wakes up this morning and comes out all sleepy-eyed.

Me: Do you want to snuggle for a few minutes on the couch?
Tristen: Do you want to look at my ninjas and talk about their special ninja powers?

Tristen and his mother

Tristen and I have been enjoying Ramona and Her Mother. Maybe I got a little too into it.

As we near the end of the book and things come to a climax, I'm tearing up and doing my best dramatic reading:

You tricked me!, cried Ramona. “You made the suitcase too heavy on purpose. You don’t want me to run away!”

“I couldn’t get along without my Ramona,” said Ramona’s mother. She held out her arms. Ramona ran into them. Her mother had said the words she had longed to hear. Her mother could not get along without her. She felt warm and safe and comforted and oh, how good her mother smelled, so clean and sweet like flowers…”

And at that precise moment I feel Tristen's elbow jam my ribs. “That’s not how you smell,” he says.

Where's the croqueeeeetttttt?

Where's the croqueeeeettttt? (Inside joke with friends in Missoula.)

And pssst, Eric, check out Tillie's sportnola: flowers on the bottom; swim shirt on the top.