Monday, August 30, 2010

At 10:00AM this morning,

Little Prince was at school. (We miss him.)


Sunshine was on pbs.org. (His favoritest thing.)

The NBC was asleep in a messy room. (Shhhh.)


And I was sewing, whilst Mr. Squishy ate a zucchini chocolate chip cookie and played puzzles.

What were you doing? Nie (and I!) want to know.

7 comments:

Melissa Bastow said...

We have pajamas just like those! And we also love pbskids.org! It's like we have the same exact life.....but not really, since I hardly ever get my sewing done.

The Prices said...

Nice. I was sick in bed, just got up in fact.

Marcia said...

10am. The baby slept peacefully. I took the older girls to middle school registration. To let my work-from-home hubbie actually get some work done, I took the younger guys with us. Necessary but unfortuneate. Because of course no other middle schoolers have a toddler brother who throws himself on the floor and insists on inching along the hallway on his hands and nose -- and a little sister who tried to pounce on him and ends up in a wresting match. How totally embarrassing. fur sure.

Jill said...

at 10 a.m. I was in my upper level writing class at BYU.
Speaking of BYU...your blog was blocked on campus (which it never has been before, I guess they were just being even more cautious than normal?). Anyways, I was very sad about this because I have been reading your blog for about a year and love it! So I took action and sent in a request to the IT people and then they unblocked it. Hooray! :)

Julie said...

10:00 this morning my four bunyips and I were watching our favorite funny you tube videos. Then I took them to Grandpa's while I mowed the lawn. In the wind. My eyeballs have been scoured.

Kazzy said...

At 10 a.m. I was helping my students to sprinkle gold glitter onto their suns. We hung them from the ceiling!

Kimberly said...

I was emailing my food diary to a friend I'm losing weight with, and reflecting on how proud I was that the girls were finally dressed, and just before 10am too. And then feeling slightly crestfallen when I realized that *I* was not.