More of the Same ... More or Less

Skating
Monday I finally got to see Libby skate. Her class goes every Monday, with only two more Monday’s to go. Last year, poor baby, she could hardly stand on the ice much less put one foot in front of the other in an attempt to skate. This year, the child zoomed past me, at one point on only one leg!

This week Parker finished her skating season. Every Tuesday her class went downtown to the Rathaus for skating. Chris went along this time as a parent helper. He didn’t skate, but he tied plenty of ice skates, drank hot punch, teased Parker endlessly in front of her friends and managed to help all the kids get safely back to school. Good job!


Laundry
This is how we do laundry. We have a washing machine and we do have a dryer … that doesn’t work. Actually, even if it did work, it uses so much energy and makes the house so hot and humid that being dryer less isn’t that much of a hardship. I’m not a mechanical minded person, so what I’m about to say will be laughable to the technical minded among us. Whatever kind of dryer we have (and it’s not common for anyone here to have a dryer) it sucks out the water from the clothes and keeps it in a container. You have to dump out the water periodically for it to continue to work properly. Anyway … enough technical talk – it’s hurting my brain. The point in all of this was to show you how we do laundry. Now, go and hug your dryers and thank the good Lord above you have one!

Chris, the Quicker-picker-upper
Today the Elledge girls have kept our Chris on the go. This is not especially noteworthy, but it’s funny. It’s also evidence why we call our Chris “Mr. Clean”.

So, this morning I’m walking up the stairs with my Bible in one hand and a perfect cup of coffee in the other. Instead of completing my task, I trip. My Bible goes flying, the cup of coffee soaking the steps, my Bible, my sweater, my hair, my face … even the back of my shirt. I hit my knee so hard (yep, the same knee I fell on when I fell down the steps while trying to text) I began crying. Chris rushes to see what all the commotion is all about … picks me and my coffee dripped stuff up and cleans down the steps and wall for me.

Then, we get a call from Parker’s school. She is sick and needs to come home. Chris goes to get her. On the way home, she needs to … um … (ok, there is no other word to say this) … puke. So, being the quick thinker he is, he grabs her backpack and has her … puke … into the backpack. He bring precious into the house and then goes upstairs to clean the puke filled backpack. What a guy! And, to constantly prove my point that all men have a bit of 7th grader in them, proceeds to tell me how many “chunks” he saw float down the drain!

And that, friends, is more of the same as last week ... more or less. Hope yours is filled with less spills and puke …