back to the week. . .

monday's beginnings. . .

a new week and groc shopping. . .revelling in grocery game savings and lots of fresh fruit. . .

drying Jack's tears at another week's pretest with errors. . . and no challenge list. . .
until Mama said the heck with the challenge list. . . we'll make Jack's challenge list. . .
with words he loves. . .
so, in addition to this week's list of pin, wig, am, and, etc.. . . Jack will be spelling Jedi and star (as in Star Wars, of course). . . which brightened his cloudy brown eyes considerably

my first day of Photography class. . . much anticipated. . . although I need to track down my camera manual. . . hmmm. . . .

rediscovering Sam's cub scout uniform. . . and much cub scout discussion at the dinner table. . . and thinking we need to find out how he can begin this journey. . .

watching the Empire Strikes Back . . . or half of it. . . with promises of part II tonight. . . and the continuing thrills Dark Vadar brings to the mini zeli screen. . . will Luke ever figure out that life saver?

into Tuesday. . .

and Lukey's first day back to Play Pals. . . with dear Miss Lynn. . . and jumping into things. . . ready to slide. . . and sing songs in circle time (climbing up that little ladder he conquered late in the Spring with little help from Mama. . .). . .
a little intimidated by the other children, but not much. . . saying hi and learning new names. . . sitting for the entire circle time (wow!). . .
and coloring fallish leaves (with much purple and blue and a stop sign and traffic light or two. . .). . .

asking to pee on the potty while we were out shopping. . .for the first time!. . .technically, in the parking lot. . . and he giggled as Mama picked him up and dashed him back into the store to the bathroom (in the back of the store). . . and he held it the whole way!. . . and peed. . . (thank you for portable potty seats. . .). . .

hoping to conquer the laundry monster today. . . he's lurking somewhere in the coffee room upstairs. . . waiting to rise up and drown me in a wave of socks as I try to cage him in the blue laundry basket. . .

and maybe bake some oatmeal raisin cookies. . .