Ande, Bastian, and Dad

We got quite a lot accomplished today and it couldn't have been done if Wil and Alli hadn't skipped out on the diner gig.  Alli sprayed the popcorn ceilings with water out of a typical weed sprayer while I followed her with a six inch wall knife scraping that useless stuff off of the ceiling.  After we, including Wil, finished the two rooms' ceilings where we had redone the wood floors we moved the furniture back in and finally got 90% organized.  Wil came with me to the dump in Weed (yes, the town is actually called that, I didn't name it).  Then we repacked the bearings on Rob's trailer, sat through a storm that completely swamped our pasture, put down baseboards, ate great food that Alli made, picked up a new Energy Star fridge and moved that in, and then cleaned the house.  

The Stink just went to bed and it's almost ten.  He's such a great kid putting up with us being so busy sometimes.  During dinner he stood up on his chair and started preaching to us all in his language, arms outstretched and giving emphasis on certain syllables to let us know he was serious.  It was hilarious.  Later, while Wil was taking a shower, he was singing and Bastian decided to join in with his own little rendition.  He loves singing.  It's great.  I've always had this thing in my head that I couldn't get rid of about singing, but I'll do it for him.  He deserves to see no fear in certain things and an example of self love and confidence.  

A few of you wanted me to get cheesy on ya.  I know that the preceding paragraph wasn't exactly corny, so next time I think of something that might make mom cry, I'll put in here.