My allergies are almost unbearable. I say almost because if they were truly unbearable, I would have made a doctor's appointment by now. My ears have a perpetual internal itch, and my sinuses are so clogged I can barely hear myself talk.
Tonight is the meeting at my house for the mom's of Junior High girls. I am going with an apple theme for the upcoming fall season. I have two apple pies, apple cider, apple slices with caramel, and an apple punchbowl cake. My hosting skills are still being sharpened. My sister is the Betty Crocker of the bunch, but at least I try. Whenever we do those spiritual assessments at church, I never score high on the hospitality gifts. I'm too much of a Martha. I went to pay attention to details, instead of actually visit with my guests.
Kenters is becoming the highlight of my days. He is in the repeating stage, so anything I say or do, he copies. If I say cough, he does. If I say laugh, he does. If I say dance or jump, he does. He wants to do whatever Parker is doing. The new point of tension is when Parker has worked hard on building a block or lego tower, and Kent comes through like a bull in a china shop, and unintentionally destroys everything.
I signed Parker up for Rainbows last night at church. 25 years ago, I was a rainbow, and I can actually remember my classroom. He is so excited! He can't wait until his shirt arrives. Wait until he finds out he has to wear a vest. Somehow, I don't think that's going to happen without a fight.