Carson's class had a substitute teacher today. I am not sure he's had one before, but he told me all about it when he got home. He never mentioned "the sub" only that his "visiting teacher" helped him with his math. He kept saying "visiting teacher" and I just kept chuckling. I wish my visiting teacher would help me with my work. I've got loads!
It's a good thing I bought all those (13) costumes on clearance last year. We're mowing right through them.I went to the cornucopia of shopping yesterday. I think, because I always have something to share, I will always post about my trips to Freddy's. Yes, I definitely will. That store has some sort of magnetism that I just can't deny. Yesterday I went and found this.
My two younger children love to dress up. This is how I found them today. 
Growing up, my family took car trips. We drove everywhere and during every trip my mom would say some variation of the following, "Look out your windows at the scenery." That suggestion was usually scoffed at with some degree of indifference. I don't care for scenery. I don't get excited if there is a deer on the side of the road. When driving through mountain roads, I don't look at the the beauty, I just try not to puke. That has always been my take on the "scenic route." However, the other day, I saw a strikingly beautiful tree with leaves that were 4 different autumn colors and I said, "Look out your window at that tree!" I gasped, I shuddered, I even chuckled a little at the horror that I have become the opposite of me.
So, for now, I smile every time I see changing leaves and the sun glisten off the sound. I'm the mom now, I guess I must take my rightful place as the "scenic observationist." I can't concede to the mountains yet though. They still make me puke. 
Carson saw Cambria's coloring sheet for dance this morning. It had a boy and a girl on it in their ballet costumes. He said, "Boys can do ballet?" I told him that boys could do ballet if they wanted to. He said that's what he wants to do. I said, "Well, we'll have to talk about it." I sent him to school. When he came home, the first thing he said was, "Did you sign me up for ballet?" This is my son's history - should I be worried?
He left that day feeling like archery was his life's calling. He hasn't mentioned it since. Well, until we went to Cabela's last week and saw the practice deer that you shoot arrows into. He said he wanted one to practice on. Cambria said she wanted one too, though I'm sure for entirely different reasons.
The rain started this week. We were grossly under-prepared. I found one umbrella buried under some old maps and CDs in the car, so I sent the boys to the bus stop with it. They broke it after about 2 minutes. While they were at school, I went to 4 stores trying to find rain attire for them. I was entirely unsuccessful. Meanwhile, my cute belted cardigan was completely soaked and left me smelling a bit wet-doggish. My leather slip-on shoes were three sizes too big and my tediously flat ironed hair was a frizzy situation. I gave up. I came home and watched the rain as it washed away all my shopping hopes and dreams.
I tried again today. Fred Meyer, the absolute mecca of shopping (that puts me into a panic attack of gargantuan proportions), was sure to have something. They had everything. Of course, I never would've doubted that store. Really, it has everything. Shoes? Check. Clothes? Check. Groceries? Check. Furniture? Check. Tools? Heck, yeah, check. I found cutie boots for the whole crew and rain jackets for the boys. We're ready, Washington, hit us with your best shot. Or maybe just a mildly decent one.
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