Braska Bear

Today it’s Papa Beagle’s birthday…  So we made him a movie. Hope you had a really great birthday Papa!

Braska reporting: Daddy sometimes has us help with the dishes. He calls it matching, but I know that it’s really what’s supposed to be called chores. I’ve heard of those, and Mommy sometimes give us “jobs” but they’re probably chores, too. We’re good at matching the spoons and forks in the right spots.  It’s a very serious job, so we have to concentrate. But every chore is more fun when you stop and smile sometimes!

Mom reporting: I thought since the first day pics didn’t go so well, I’d try again.  8/15/13  Day 2—“No, Mom. I just want to get on the bus!” 8/22/13 Day 7 —There was some extra time before the bus came to get Braska. So they agreed to take a few shots.  Though this is what I got first…. After a few that didn’t work, we did get one a little more “classic.” This seems to make Kinlee look taller than Braska, which she is, but not by quite this much.  Later that day, Braska came home with different pants on. Love when that happens…  I though it was funny that both times she’s come home with these pants on in the past 10 days, (the pants from her “extra outfit” for school, pants with several bright colors in stripes), it just works out that the colors somehow coordinate the colors in her top.  Must be popular colors in her wardrobe.  This is great since they only change the pants, not the top (which I included in her extra...

Braska reporting: We are having a garage sale at our house today. Most of it isn't our stuff. Our friends are moving and asked to use our garage to sell stuff. It's fun to get to sit outside and watch people. I'm helping Miss A take the money. There have been LOTS of people here! As long as I stay in front of the fan,  I like being out here.

The day didn’t start out on a perky note for Braska. She did not feel well and just was so pathetic to see. The classic front porch pics were a bit uncomfortable for Kinlee.  But still, a photo must be had. Even if it’s an unhappy one. Braska went with Daddy to school, 13 minutes east of our house, and I took Kinlee 10 minutes west of the house to her school. And I kept thinking “the juggling has begun….” While dropping Kinlee off, I was still in her school, Braska’s school called (8:20 am) to tell me she was feeling worse, and asking if I thought I should get her.  We discussed, and they felt that wanted to allow her a bit more down time to adjust, and it turned out she did perk up and did well for the rest of the day.  Belly issues, apparently. When it was time for Braska to arrive home on the bus, Kinlee and I went out to the porch to wait for her. She got off that bus, happy as a clam, and marched independently up to the house with her monstro...

Its the first day of school. I am excited!  Both girls start today, though in different schools. The kindergartener is ready and reading, waiting for breakfast.  The 1st grader is telling me she needs more sleep. So she crashed out again. (of course all summer she was up at 6 every day. Figures,  right?)