I get really angry when people make assumptions about my house of boys. well... yesterday I did live in a house that those people imagine. After cleaning the kitchen I made A, A and G a simple lunch of pb&j, apple sauce and water then went in to straighten up the living room. I heard yelling and returned to a food fight. yes... a FOOD FIGHT. I was so mad that I just yelled out something like "I can't believe you'd do this" and ran upstairs and shut myself in my room (very mature, I know but I was really mad). by the time I came down the kitchen was cleaned up (meaning the applesauce was no longer in blobs on the floor but smeared all across the floor but I appreciated the effort). ah.... summer.

Mica still hates Tommy. She doesn't even want to come in the house. I was hoping that since was angry with us she would stop leaving us dead animals. no such luck. poor Chris began his day picking up one of her victims.

the first full week of summer vacation is in front of us! now that we/they have demonstrated our worse behavior I am visualizing 2.5 months of gloriously joyful times.