Inspired by the Soulemama change in the last month of just recording a few sentences for the sake of remembering and habit, I thought I might try the same.

Today was a co-op day. We joined a homeschool co-op about half an hour away at the beginning of the school year, and it continues to be a wonderful thing in our lives. It’s nice having a few teaching responsibilities lifted off my plate, and even nicer that the girls are making good friends. However, today was also the first day we had to go home due to illness. Minna had been suffering allergies that seem to be sinking in deeper…and then Maggie capsized during first period. It’s never the one you expect. Moira immediately developed a sympathetic stomachache (mmhmm), so we went home.

The really nice thing about seven-year-olds when they feel crappy with a cold? They sneak downstairs like ninjas, fix themselves their own PB&J sandwiches, and head back up to read in their rooms. Minna is a lovable bug, but less so when she’s a sobbing, piteous, hacking snotball.

Moira, for her part, proved just how ready she is to begin kindergarten next year by asking to play math games and to do some art. She did a portrait of me that turned into a triceratops, as one does when one is five.

Three out of three girls approved of the Beastie Boys’ “Intergalactic” in music appreciation class. They also think that early Missy Elliott (“Get Ur Freak On”) is preferable to “Where They From,” although WTF is good.

It’s possible that we will not be winning any parenting awards this year.