We are getting through car line by packing a bunch of snacks, as evidenced by my many chins. We also have some landmarks we enjoy seeing everyday. The girls get just as excited as I do.
These huge trucks are about 3 houses down from the school.
June really enjoys school and is doing quite well.
Gwen is adjusting to being by herself by making new friends. Like with this bottle of honey she gets out of the pantry and plays with. Every day. So sad.
The girls are finally getting what to do when I ask them to take a picture. Still hard for them to stay still, pose AND make eye contact, so each photo is usually one or two of those. Still a vast improvement. And that dinosaur shirt is June's fave.
And I don't know how much you guys know about me or Becks in general. But we don't really buy stuff. We were raised by parents who never bought anything extra when we were out. It was a given that we weren't getting appetizers at the restaurant, we weren't getting popcorn at the movie theater, and you can FORGET IT about the glow stick or other junky toy at an amusement park. I have proudly held on to that tradition with my own family, but found myself buying this CD in a Walmart parking lot this week.
Looks totally like my type of music, right? I don't know what came over me, but the guy selling it had an air of an entrepreneurial spirit about him that I appreciated, so I bought the dang thing. I SHOULD have asked if it contained explicit language BEFORE I bought it, but quickly found that almost all of the names of the songs listed on the actual CD contained words that I don't appreciate. Especially words that degrade females that I have NO patience for.
Still, the first few songs seemed to be clean, and I started listening to some rap music on my way home. Not immediately, of course, because "I Want to Know What Love Is" by Foreigner was playing on the radio when I turned the car on. I pretty must have a cardinal rule that you can't change the station on that song.
As a side note, there are PLENTY of songs I turn off no matter what, even if it means I have to sit in silence because those songs ANNOY me. "Hotel California" comes to mind.
Anyway, I listened to about 1.5 songs until the CD stopped working entirely. Totally worth every penny.
The moral of the story--Don't turn off Foreigner for a bad rap CD. I also think there might be a lesson to be learned about not buying an unknown rap CD from a guy in a Walmart parking lot, but I can't quite piece that one together yet.