Day 1

For the last two years, the arrival of spring has coincided with the return of birthday season.  PB Monster not only started a new session of swimming lessons on Saturday, but also attended his third birthday party in a month.  This birthday party was unusually short (the family party was starting immediately following), but was one of the better parties, mood-wise, as a result.  None of the four to six year olds had enough time to become over-tired or super-sugar-wild.  This worked in my favor since I'd also arranged for Thing 1 and Thing 2 to spend the night.  Thing 1, Thing 2, and PB Monster rotate playdates weekly, often involving a sleepover at my house.

For the first time, all three munchkins were sound asleep before 9:30.  The last time they slept over, Thing 1 was up until 1.  It was to my advantage that the kids were well rested; the power went out this morning around the time they all awoke. Not being a morning person, I wasn't feeling up to creating a breakfast without the use of a stove or microwave.  I took all three boys out for breakfast, in a restaurant, without mishap.  I feel like supermom.

Oh, yeah.  PB Monster broke part of my sunroof off yesterday climbing out of the car via afore mentioned sunroof.  I was carrying a load of groceries into the house at the time.  It was a lovely day, and I put off looking at the parts.  Last night, I was watching a movie (Call me Madam) while watching the boys wrestle against sleep, when a massive thunderstorm with rain rolled over us.  I managed to get the sunroof most of the way closed, but in the dark and wet, didn't manage to close it all the way.  This morning, I figured out how to close it, and now every door is open to dry out the inside.

Left to do this weekend; attend Manding Jata performance and rehearsal for the upcoming WSU dance performance.

"Let's roll, baby"

said PB Monster, on our way out the door to swimming lessons yesterday.  I don't know where he heard the saying, but I wasn't expecting to hear it out of his little mouth.  Often, if I ask, PB Monster will tell me where he has overheard a word or phrase.  I didn't think to ask yesterday.  I did think to ask when PB Monster was saying bad d**n.  One of his classmates had said G*d d**n, which PB Monster, not familiar with the "G" word, interpreted as Good d**n.  He then decided that if something bad happened, bad d**n was the appropriate converse.

Another example of PB Monster linguistic adaptation is his renaming of a Grilled cheese sandwich.  PB Monster interpreted grilled as a derivative of girl.  PB Monster is very concious currently of distinguishing girl stuff from boy stuff.  Thus, the "Boy Cheese Sandwich" was born.