Mother's Day was set to be fun until I ruined it by having a melt down over our homemade projector being a huge bust. We cooked out, tent camped, and did not watch the latest family movie on the side of the house when it got dark. Instead I threatened murder and cursed all the neighbors with their flood lighting.
We got a new swing. Silas is only slightly worried about crashing into the tree.
We had a three legged pet frog for a day. He looked depressed so we let him go. I felt guilty keeping him but worried about his odds on his own. We spotted him again the next week so his gimpness had not made him a direct lunch upon release. Also to clarify, the injury was prior to us meeting.
Silas is into paper folding. I feel like this is about equivalent to the time I scribbled loops on paper and tried to convince my kindergarten buddies I knew how to write in cursive. His expertise is also undermined by the fact that he calls in "unigami". Our house is littered with crumpled notebook paper that I sneak in the trash when possible. Good sport that she is, Meemaw came over one afternoon for a tutorial. He seems pretty committed so maybe we will end up with boats and swans around here as he improves.