Well, it’s about time I blog in my blog again, eh? 

Busy week.  Mom is out of the hospital.  No, I didn’t write here about her going to the hospital, but most of you reading know that she was there from writing I’ve done elsewhere.  She’s doing well, but they still don’t know what caused her heart to race and BP to drop.  She said it was the weirdest thing: she was conscious and talking, but the paramedics couldn’t get her BP or pulse in the ambulance.  Her doctor told her the day after she was admitted that she had made a “remarkable recovery” considering the condition she was in when she arrived.  Thank God for answered prayer!  😀

Tuesday, the kids finally gave me their puppet show.  I think I might make that a separate post, though.  ::tease::

Wednesday, Mr. Sewer guy came and scoped out our main line.  Major work in our future.    Ka-CHING!! 😦

Yesterday, I just couldn’t cope with another day of readin’, writin’, and ‘rithmetic, so after devotions, we had an art and music day.  All 3 DC made sand art pictures, which I’ll post in a minute.  The two older ones also played some electronic math games against each other.  Worked for me. 

Pics…First, DD12: DD’s sandart (Click to enlarge all pics.)

Next, DS10: DS10 sandart

And last, DS6: DS6 sandart

They were pretty fun to make; and the kids were pleased with how they turned out.   Youngest son’s dolphins were actually the hardest.  He wanted to make his look like the one on the box, but each dolphin was a single color.  When we peeled the labels off to place the color, they hadn’t left any black outlines for the flippers, so we had to make them a different color so you could see what they are. 

Our work area is limited to the kids’ desks, so I get a little nervous with potentially messy projects.  We managed to contain most of the sand.  This is good. 

Today?  Back to a full day of school.  Pizza for dinner, which just arrived.  Sometime, about a 6 weeks ago, I managed to order pizza for dinner two Fridays in a row.  This, of course, developed a pattern in my children’s minds.  They, therefore, now consider Friday to be pizza night.  Every Friday.  Great wails of despair rise up if I say we’re not having pizza.  So, pizza it is.  (I am working on perfecting my own pizza making skills…fortunately, I have a half-dozen places nearby to order from when I’m in a pinch for time.)

Time for dinner…