Sunday July 17th, 2016

The exercise:

Write about something or someone that is: getting carried away.

Max had a fantastically cranky day today. Just... remarkably uncooperative. I don't think he did anything we asked him to do without us having to ask at least three times.

So. Much. Fun.

This afternoon I took him into town with me to pick up some things we needed in order to construct a screen door to go on the entrance between our kitchen and our deck. We've only been wanting one of those since the spring after we moved in. Just over five years ago.

Anyway, work finally began after dinner up at Kat's parents garage. Kat's dad, Max, and I got the frame cut out and pieced together and attached the screen. Now we just have to install it, which will hopefully happen sometime tomorrow.

And then, at long last, we can enjoy the cool air coming off the deck without being invaded by flies.

Mine:

"Are you all done cleaning up your toys, sweetums?"

"Yes, Mommy!"

"All set for your bedtime snack then?"

"Yes, Mommy!"

"What would you like in your yogurt tonight? Blackberries or nectarines?"

"Yes, Mommy!"

"Hah, I should have known. All right, coming right up."

"Thank you, Mommy!"

"Here you... hey. Where's your little brother?"

"All cleaned up and put away, Mommy!"