Oliver who would not sleep

Today, I got to go read to B's class.  B called me yesterday afternoon (he's at his dad's this week), and informed me of his choices.  He chose:

1. Oliver Who Would Not Sleep
2. But No Elephants
3. Bedtime for Frances

My sister got him the first book because he went through a phase where he refused (for as long as he possibly could) to fall asleep.  He just didn't want to, and he was terrified of going to sleep.  He loves that book...and it rhymes, so it gets stuck in your head for days.  Even though I haven't read it to him in 6 months or so, I mentioned the title and he went off, repeating the first few pages word for word.

But No Elephants is a favorite from when I was little, and the boys love it too.  N used to be able to recite it word for word too.  When I picked it up to read to the class this afternoon, they weren't sure...but by the time I finished it, they were all asking me to read it again!  It's a cute little story.

Bedtime for Frances was B's original pick so we read it last.  He thinks it's hilarious, and it talks about underwear in the dryer, so it got a lot of giggles.  B's teacher walked back in the room as I was reading about how Frances was going to get a spanking if she didn't go to bed, and Mrs. W. started cracking up, too! 

They all asked me to come read again...and to bring more Frances books.  I can think of at least two more that I have, so I'd definitely love to go back.  They sat so quietly, and really do love it when people come read to them!  It's so fun to see kids get excited about story time, especially when so many things are geared towards electronics, rather than good old-fashioned books.  That said, I'd be lost without my Kindle.

I'm a grown-up.  Don't judge me.

After N left for his weekend with his dad, I called my mom to see if she was up for an impromptu slumber party...and she was!  So, I ran home, tossed some stuff in a bag, and took off.  She's going dress shopping with me in the morning, so I figured it would be easier if we were in the same place to begin with.  I'm hoping we'll have some success.  I was so hopeful yesterday, but it just didn't work out.

I talked to my friend Stella, who will also be attending this party next weekend, and told her about the dry bar in Houston.  One of my friends told about a dry bar in the Dallas area, where they only do blowouts and styles, so I googled to see if there was one in Houston.  There is!  Stella text me back and said she would make us appointments tomorrow.  What.  A.  Relief. 

I don't do girl hair.  I don't do boy hair either, if we're being totally honest...  I can blow dry my hair and flat iron it, I can scrunch it and let it be fluffy, or I can put it in a ponytail.  Those are essentially my limitations. 

I know, I'm so ashamed.

To wrap things up, my boys brought home their fall pictures today.  I had them do retakes because they were awful.  B's mouth looked like it was eating itself, and N looked like the photographer smelled bad...and he might have.  Who knows?  These are way better...and they look so much older and more like real boys than littles than they did even a year ago.

They're pretty handsome, if I do say so myself.

(And I do)

Aubs