Guten morgen, y'all. What's up?
Wooz was livid this morning because she outgrew her favorite pair of pants. I need to take her shopping, I think. But I hate shopping. I long for the days when I could just order her stuff online, but she's past the age where she just wears whatever she finds in her closet. (She's always been picky, but we had a stretch where I knew if it was pink, purple, and/or turquoise and had any amount of shimmer or sparkle, she would wear it. Now her tastes are more specific and harder to divine.) Maybe we'll do a stereotypical girls day soon: DS and DH can stay home, I'll take her shopping and then out for pedis at the nice spa where you can get lunch and everything. That's right up her alley.
DS, meanwhile, is doing awesome. The curriculum coordinator pulled me aside at pickup yesterday to say that she's doing his class's evaluations right now and he breezed through his. And he's funny! And sweet. He's like a short DH with a lot more hair.
Everyone is registered for Space Camp. DH and Wooz are going, along with FIL and BIL's not-so-secret daughter who he still pretends doesn't exist. Which is still so weird. He had the nerve to tell DH that he's not sure she's even his, even though it's obvious to anyone who has seen them. Anyway, Wooz is intrigued to meet her cousin.
Still raining here.