Some of you wondered how I get anything accomplished with this chunk of cuteness lying around (or is it laying? I never know).
I'll tell you.
I've got a whole bunch of little mothers who sometimes fight over him. I'll even admit to using him as an incentive. Whoever gets their homework finished and lunch made first gets to hold Drummer first! I yell over my shoulder as we come in from the car: scrambling backpacks and scribbling pencils commence.
In other Dill household news, little miss Olive lost her first tooth this weekend! At the end of the school year last year, Olive confided in me one day. I feel lonely. Why? thinking she missed her schoolmates and the hubbub of 4 sisters wasn't enough of a social fix for this girl. Because I'm the only one in my class that hasn't lost a tooth.
Yes, she waited long for this moment and, as good sisters do, Pearl helped her finally free it with a bump to the face with her hard head (literal and figurative.)
The tooth fairy was generous and we joked that by the time Drummer got around to loosing his teeth (after he actually gets them, of course) that she'll be dropping a 20 on each one.
Divine gasped, got her big eyes going and then began to madly count her own teeth trying to calculate just how much that would be.
Yes. The boy is spoiled and probably always will be,
but I'm sure the spoilage and the torture inflicted by older sisters will somehow balance out.
Pearl was sewing up a storm again this week. A most wonderfully wild stallion and two black cats.
Miserably, I failed to take pictures before she gave them to friends. Makes you want to be friends with her.
(Someone else likes orange, too :)
A sandy Sunday stroll brought feathers for flying.
And why does it never get old to chase seagulls into flight?
I did it a few times myself.
I had Drummer strapped and sleeping.
We thought we could outrun the threatening storm looming in the distance. I love how it looks as though Azure is conducting it.
We returned home curlier with a side of sogginess.
It felt good.