Marcus asked for two Ruckus and Rowdy stories yesterday. He slept really well last night, then crawled in bed with us around five. People say he's my clone. I say he's an improvement on the original.
Popsicles are the thing this year. Why not?! We all love them. The Hy-Vees in town are carrying a brand of freezer pops (the kind that come in long little bags you freeze yourself) that have have like 10 distinct flavors. They aren't just purple and red flavored. Lime, Blueberry, Cherry, Orange, Grape, Peach, Pineapple, Banana... OK that's eight, so either I can't count or there's a couple more flavors. Anyway they're awesome. I'm still not sure if like the peach or pineapple. To each his own.
Marcus and I went out in between rain clouds and practiced our bikes, "because we have too!" First rain in a couple weeks and it was welcome. But the grass is really long, and for some reasons dieing in strange spots across the backyard. I've got to mow and figure out the premature grass termination. Maybe I'll figure out that Sheryl Crow's song "You're an Original" really does apply to me. Until then I'll remain originally unoriginally yours.
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