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We got up at 7 (still not ready for school, but don't worry! We still have 2 more days!), played outside, went to the train museum on a playdate, went to the fish store (our newest addition, Scuba, needed a house), and came home for a nice lunch of corn soup, crackers, yogurt, and carrot cake (thanks, Grandma!).
|Full name: Scuba Gooding Jr., of course.**|
While the girls napped, Vaughn and I cleaned Scuba's tank, built a castle with blocks, and practiced writing our numbers.*** When Ailsa woke up, the two of them, giggling, helped themselves to granola bars, but they cleverly each volunteered a big bite to me, to bargain for not having to share with each other). I took Miss Tamsin out in the stroller while the kids rode their bikes to the park for a few more minutes of activity before dinner, which was a biscuit-topped casserole that used up the chicken and cauliflower leftover from last night. Yes, biscuits! Mmmm, biscuits! All in all, a day worthy of the title Domestic Goddess.
"Mmmm-mm! Know who doesn't like biscuits?" I asked the kids. "Crazy people."
They ate for a while in silence, then Ailsa leaned over to me seriously.
"Mommy," she asked, "Does Uncle Sean like biscuits?"
Now, the obvious interpretation to that question was cemented when Vaughn waited a few beats then asked, "What about Aunt Tracey? Does she like biscuits?"
It's been three hours, and I'm still giggling.
* What I mean by that, of course, is that all three kids behaved themselves really well without any actual work on my part, and I didn't have to put on my cranky pants.
** Here's wishing him a happy home with us, like his predecessors, Bellini (2006-2007) and Buddy (2008), RIP (Rest In Plumbing).
*** I'm pretty good.