Not much to report on these days, as you probably surmised from the fact I recently wrote an entire post about a ladder in a box in our foyer. Which yes, is still there. Although this was also happening there this morning.
Night after night I resist the overwhelming urge to pose The Damn Elf in compromising, dirty ways and then my kids are like, Hobbes is going to ride Jingle all day and I wonder how in the world I ended up being the only adolescent boy in the household.
(FOR NOW. I SHALL ONE DAY TEACH THEM MY WAYS.)
Noah has been invited to audition for our county's Gifted & Talented band, which was like whoa, what? Jason and I went full proud crazy stage parents for about 15 minutes but then Noah gave us a firm, "NOPE, not interested." We're obviously not going to push him (especially since he remained unmoved by several bribes involving trips to various important historical landmarks), but it's a touch frustrating. His natural musical talents are streets ahead of his INTEREST in his musical talents, and he definitely takes it all a bit for granted that it all comes so easy for him.
Plus, he doesn't want to be a musician when he grows up, he insists. He'll simply be too busy inventing time travel. So what's the point?
Fine. But you're gonna join chorus and take some piano lessons in the meantime. This is truly your darkest timeline.
Also, too: Jason left a plate of bacon on the kitchen counter, and the cats licked it all. Then they knocked a few slices on the floor for Beau.
Beau keeps dragging our tree skirt out and turning it into a bed.
But he's so overdue for a proper haircut and looks so perpetually alarmed/concerned about everything I can't call him an asshole about it. I'll just make Ezra vacuum up the needles, I guess.