Rain, Koko, First Fruits


DAY 38 -- I forgot to mention the other day, I'm pretty confident that Anna has more of my DNA in her than the other two kids. She's got my skin tone, my eyes, and she ordered a small bowl of gravy to go with her pancakes as the Hen House last weekend.

That rules.

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I'm not sure who in the Champaign/Urbana area drives this car, but I think we need to set up a grown-up play date.


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Anyone heard of Mac Sabbath? A Black Sabbath cover band that dresses in their own interpretations of the McDonaldLand characters? Apparently my brothers-in-law caught their show somewhere out west this week.


I need someone to dress like Daniel LaRusso and Mr. Miyagi and knock out some Beastie Boys covers.

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I power-washed the deck today with the intention of staining/sealing it.

And then it rained.

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DAY 39 -- Koko the Gorilla died today.

Koko and Mister Rogers were pals.


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I've been binge watching the In-Betweeners on Netfilx lately. It's solid despite it's two-star rating. Cross the original American Pie movie with It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia and then slap on a British accent ... there you have the In-Betweeners.

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DAY 40 -- Now granted I started a few weeks before I was completely finished with work for the year, we've already reached Day 40 in the Summer of Tim.

I'm not a big fan of that.

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We've started giving the kids earned allowances and our house has never been cleaner! An app called Homey keeps us up to date with our kids' responsibilities and lets us make sure all is well before any screen time or other rewards are granted.

Mason's not too happy about this and Charlotte is somewhat indifferent. Anna, on the other hand, I think would hand scrub our concrete driveway if it meant an extra 75 cents on her allowance.

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Speaking of Anna, she's been taking guitar lessons from one of my students over the past several weeks and it seems that she's actually making some progress. Not that I ever doubted her teacher, but Anna's dedication is along the same lines of mine when I took piano lessons around the same age. But she's really been practicing over these past few weeks as she plays along with a song she loves.


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I picked the summer's first tomato out of our garden tonight.


Hiding it in my palm, I asked Amy to hold our her hand for a surprise. Sure that I was giving her a frog or some other viscous creature, she borderline peed her pants as I dropped the red cherry tomato in her hand.

All is well in the end. Apparently it wasn't quite ripe.

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It rained like crazy today. Not just a light summer rain, but an hour-long steady downpour. The perfect kind of rain to play in.


I'm pretty sure the last time I played in the rain with the kids was when Charlotte was two.

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