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Northeast Ohio hot in April?  How can that be?  We expect 35 to 50 degrees--not 80 degree, humid weather.

It seems like I just told you I would be taking a few days off to do the seasonal clothing switch.  Was that already six months ago?  That arduous task begs my attention once again.

I leave you with a phenomenal post by Sarah, daughter of Sally Clarkson.  It just might change how you parent.  A must read.  Bless her!

Happy Easter!

Still busy with a houseguest--sister-in-law leaves Tuesday afternoon.  Hope you all had a Happy Easter!  I spent Good Friday and Easter services in the church nursery, so I can't say I had an enlightening spiritual time.  Someday.  No hurry.  There is certainly something spiritual in the constancy of parenting.  We pour ourselves out sacrificially, no?

Yeah!

Yeah!  My husband got hired by the Census!  It's only for 6 to 8 weeks (starting 3rd week in April).  He will have to take a break from school, but at least we will be able to make a few more house payments with the extra money.  His computer technology school allows short breaks when necessary.

He'll still keep the part-time custodial job as well.

God really does provide!

April Fool's Morning

Someone told my children that it's April Fool's Day.  Since waking an hour ago, I've been treated to non-stop giggling and "What do you get when you cross a _________ with a _____________ riddles.  All jokes for the eight and under set are nonsensical.  Or perhaps that's only the case at my house?

Q:  What do you get when you cross a hippo with a microwave oven?
A:  A hoola poopy dance.

Q:  Why did the chicken cross the road?
A:  To get to the playground.

Q:  What do you get when you cross a baby with a brother?
A:  You get love-i-fied.

Q:  What do you get when you cross ten boys with a pool?
A:  A water fest poopy party

Q:  What would happen if twenty jack-in-the-boxes jumped on you?
A:  You'd have a jack-and-the-dance party.

Q:  Why do balls chase the April Fool's Bunny?
A:  Because they want candy.

I'll spare you all the others containing the word "poopy".  They were the eight-year-old's ideas.  A year ago I was foolish enough to breathe a sigh of relief that my boys weren't into potty humor.  It must be something that strikes a boy's funny bone between seven and eight years old.  A rite of passage, if you will.

My six-year-old boy still has decorum.  He came over to read what I've written here, and said  "Oh, no!  She's writing your poopy jokes, Peter!"

We'll just see what he's joking about next year, as a seven-year-old.  Something tells me I shouldn't pat myself on the back just yet.

Definitely, I need to explain the difference between a fool and a joke.

Published with comedians' permission.

procrastination

Can you tell I have a lot of clothes to fold tonight?  I usually change my blog design when there's a dreaded chore to be done.

Procrastination.  I hate to love it.