Some Saturday Random

I swear the blog is going to devolve into series of lists. But it's what I can manage these days. There have been a number of times when I've had a rather long mental ramble and thought "That would be a great blog post" and by the time I made it to the keyboard there was head scratching and trying to come up with even the vaguest notion of what I'd been thinking.

Must not have been all that amazing, I guess.

Regardless:

• Youngest boy has developed a fascination with frogs. On the plus side, we have several that wander into our yard, so he has ample opportunity. On the negative side, well, the same sentence. He wears a work glove when he picks them up and pats them on the head gently before releasing them, but I can't help but think that the frogs are not amused. This is where horror movies start.
• I am thinking I need to find The Wind in the Willows though. It might be right up his alley, for all I never cared for it.
• Eldest is a tween with a vengeance. He starts in the youth group tomorrow at church (promotion Sunday) and has only today been reminded that if he doesn't figure out how to clamp down on his attitude he's going to be discovering what it was like to be a teen before there was electricity.
• For all that, he's a good kid.
• Just sassy. He probably gets that from me.
• We babysat my niece this week three days of five. (Hubby's sister's baby.) She's a cutie - six months old and behind on some milestones (not crawling, not even really trying. Can't sit up unassisted. Has some tortocolis and her head is a bit misshapen. I did talk to Hubb's sister about them and she's trying to sort out what specialists she needs. So at least she's on it. None of it is anything that can't be remedied with attention.) At the end of the day though, I realized that I am so completely fine with our family as is. I am much too old for a baby.
• I keep seeing TravelZoo deals to Ireland. You have no idea how they call to me. The price for one is super affordable. I wonder just how annoyed the family would be if I took off on my own...I kid. Sort of. 
• I need a vacation, really, is I think what it boils down to. We didn't do anything really this summer and thus it's been more than a year since we had concentrated time to just play as a family. (I'm not calling the trip to bury mom a vacation. Yes we did non funeral stuff as well. But just no.)
• We're rounding the bend into September and I can feel the "she's been gone a year" starting to creep into my soul. It's awful.
• But you push on. Because what else is there to do? There are kids to homeschool. And AWANA is starting up again next week. And and and and.