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ann_leckieGah!
No school for the kids. On the one hand, I'm glad I don't have to deal with parking and waiting in the cold and ice when Paidhi Girl's school lets out, and it was nice to not have to rush around getting dressed and such this morning. On the other hand, school time is when I get my writing done!
Well, I'll just have to wing it today. Fortunately, the kids are playing quietly at the dining room table, making eggs out of playdoh. Paidhi Boy caught an episode of Weebl and Bob a couple of weeks ago when I was showing it to Mr. Cameron, and now he's a hardcore Weebl and Bob fan. Paidhi Girl made him a whole series of "origami eggs"--origami paper with the corners folded back so they're roughly (very roughly) flat and egg-shaped, a piece of scotch tape on the back to hold the corners behind and faces drawn on the front. She even did Hairy Lee! Right now, she's doing them all up in playdoh for him.
She's a fan, too. One day last week I woke up to find her on the dining room floor drawing, and all around her pictures of Angry Paul. I walked into her bedroom to find, taped up at her eye level, yet another Angry Paul drawing with the legend "I love angry paul." There was also a vogue for Angry Pierre. I don't get it, but what the heck.
The other day, we had eggs for lunch--fried eggs, in case you're interested, which you probably aren't--and Paidhi boy announced happily, "I'm eating Weebl!" That's my boy.
The writing moves along. Sometime this weekend I hit the halfway mark, and I'm still aiming to be printing out a clean, submittable ms before March. I tell myself that every day, and try not to laugh.
No school for the kids. On the one hand, I'm glad I don't have to deal with parking and waiting in the cold and ice when Paidhi Girl's school lets out, and it was nice to not have to rush around getting dressed and such this morning. On the other hand, school time is when I get my writing done!
Well, I'll just have to wing it today. Fortunately, the kids are playing quietly at the dining room table, making eggs out of playdoh. Paidhi Boy caught an episode of Weebl and Bob a couple of weeks ago when I was showing it to Mr. Cameron, and now he's a hardcore Weebl and Bob fan. Paidhi Girl made him a whole series of "origami eggs"--origami paper with the corners folded back so they're roughly (very roughly) flat and egg-shaped, a piece of scotch tape on the back to hold the corners behind and faces drawn on the front. She even did Hairy Lee! Right now, she's doing them all up in playdoh for him.
She's a fan, too. One day last week I woke up to find her on the dining room floor drawing, and all around her pictures of Angry Paul. I walked into her bedroom to find, taped up at her eye level, yet another Angry Paul drawing with the legend "I love angry paul." There was also a vogue for Angry Pierre. I don't get it, but what the heck.
The other day, we had eggs for lunch--fried eggs, in case you're interested, which you probably aren't--and Paidhi boy announced happily, "I'm eating Weebl!" That's my boy.
The writing moves along. Sometime this weekend I hit the halfway mark, and I'm still aiming to be printing out a clean, submittable ms before March. I tell myself that every day, and try not to laugh.
