Daddy's home

Brian flew home today after being in Charolette for the week. He walked in just in time to have dinner, so everyone quickly filled him on the week.

Paris mentioned that we played at the park on Monday (MLK Day). It was in the high 40's, and after such a cold winter so far, 40 is the new 70. It felt great.

Athena showed him her braces. It took all day on Tuesday, and though she was a little excited to get them, that soon turned into despair when she realized how much they hurt. Wednesday morning she sat at the breakfast, bereft as she tried to gum oatmeal, sure she would never be able to eat anything chewier than milk-soaked bread again.

Notice the pink, green, yellow bands--Athena always fashionable

Tritan boasted that he made the winning shot in church basketball. That really is a big deal for him. He dribbled and he shot. And it went SWOOSH.

Not to be outdone, Apollo told us he had a new student in his class. And his new friend brought a gun to school. But don't worry it had fake bullets. "No, you can't bring a gun to school." O.K. it was a fake gun. "No, you can't bring toy guns to school, either." O.K. he didn't have a gun. But he does have a tail. Like a dragon. And he comes to school on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. "What about Thursday?" I ask, thinking he forgot Thursday. But no, he doesn't come on Thursdays.

Then Athena gave a very detailed retelling of her latest writing. And Paris showed him how to play G, A, and B on his trombone.

Now it's time for the kids to go to bed. And he's all mine.