Starting a business is expensive. I know this isn't a surprise for anyone. I just had to say it because damn, starting a business is expensive.
Also, writing or updating my handouts and consent documents is time consuming. And I've never been the best at writing for a low literacy level; in fact, I tend to assume that even if everyone can't quite read as well as I can, most of them will understand what I'm saying. I think I was suitably unsurprised - visibly anyway - the first time someone said "what's my rectum?" and I straight-faced answered "your butt-hole," but those types of incidents still seem like random funny stories and not so much like things that might happen when people read what I've written. I scoff at authors who write simple sentence upon simple sentence (ahem, Terry Goodkind), only to find myself challenged to do the same.
Chubble (now a toddler) is very distracting. She just locked herself in my bathroom. While it might be convenient to leave her there for a bit...no. Even on my worst day I'm not that mean.
Anyway, pictures. Yes, you're going to have to deal with a lot of Chubble pictures.
Let us first go back in time, a whole month, to right before we left Hawaii. Here are the girls getting their hair dyed purple:
Chubble loves to be outside. And like the little Pacific Northwest child that she is, she loves the rain.
She ran around the deck licking rainwater off all the patio furniture (it's relatively clean here, no worries).
She spent about an hour out there trying to splash or lick or drink all the water, and we have many photos, but I think you get the idea.
Here we are at the park. I am not quite sure why I like this photo so much, but I do. Maybe because Chubble is a little blotch of pink in the Pacific Northwest color scheme.
She LOVES the slide. She's happy, I promise.
Boyness and Chubble, wearing matching expressions:
You can't really tell, but she's rolling down a hill:
Let's do it again!
Why hello, BittyPrincess! I've had a heck of a time getting this child to brush her hair lately. So much so, that we cut it really short just to try and make it easier. For quite a while she was wearing hoodies and hats and trying to sneak out of the house with her tangled mess of hair covered, but it's getting warmer out and besides, a head covering of any sort on that child is now a dead giveaway.
So, in the meantime, prenatal appointments and home visits. Gardening. Cleaning. Childrearing of various sorts. The kids had their big bad standardized tests and once again, the lowest anyone scored on anything was 93rd percentile. The big two both need orthodontic work (yay, more expense! totally not covered by any sort of insurance we have). Life life life.
My Castle House.
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