While I love how this kind of weather beckons each member of our family outdoors, it also means that our children are finding new and inspired ways to wage war against one another.
I got a call from Derek while on a run recently. He wasted no time in saying an incident had occurred, please come home. Thankfully I was less than a mile from our house, so I was able to dart right home, up the stairs, and into the bathroom, where Atticus was bent over the tub, face covered in blood.
I quickly looked him over, saw the giant goose egg on his head, found the source of the bleeding, and overall decided that the actual wounds were much less concerning than their cause: Knitting needles, thrown at him by his sister in a fit of pique.
By the time I got there, she was more upset than he was, yet still managed to inform me between sobs that yes, she had thrown her knitting needles at her brother, but that she never thought they would actually hit him; she had no idea her aim was that good!
Caedmon didn't have much to say about the whole thing, but still maintains that "Atticus deserved it," as he has informed a number of people.
At this point Atticus the Injured has mostly healed, although he had two relatively deep holes in his scalp for days. No telling on any emotional injuries.
Speaking of running (were we?), I've found the perfect design for asthmatic runners:
Ideal t-shirt design would also include a little pocket for our inhalers, of course.
My peonies had a short season this year, and one bush didn't bloom at all. I still managed to bring a few indoors.
The kaleidoscope container planting at Reiman Gardens has been changed again:
And last but not least, I have finally found the most perfectly thoughtful gift for my sister who, when we were children, couldn't sleep for terror of her china doll, even after it had been removed from her room, her closet, anywhere within crawling-up-onto-her-bed distance.
Baby is angry.