This Weeks Library Picks

                I Am: I Am a Dancer    Do you see the themes that the hubby and I chose for the books?

I Shake Dice At The Library With My Husband.

Now if that sentence doesn't catch your attention, I don't know that anything else I write will do it.

And now in all honesty, we do shake dice at the library. I don't just say this to get attention.

A set of dice is a mainstay for my purse (what is in my purse is for another day).

I was wracking my brain one day, trying to figure out a way for my hubby and I to spend more time together doing something we both enjoy doing. I was also inspired to find a way to create more conversation between the two of us (as you learned yesterday).

It occurred to me that we could utilize the Dewey Decimal System, some dice, and our love of learning.

We take our notebooks and a set of dice to the library. We take turns shaking dice to see where in the Dewey Decimal System we are going to learn from today. Once we get to the right section of the library, we search for a book for each of us to read from and learn something new.

We've studied fossilized birds, luck, Meet Me in St Louis, and the Panama Canal. Then we took a break from joint learning because my hubby was trying to figure out what he wanted to be when he grew up and I started working on Radtke Customs.

I encourage you to shake some dice at your local library. Come on back and tell me what you got to learn about and I'll keep you updated on ours.

We tried doing a round at home and it wasn't as much fun as going to the library. It was actually a lot more work.

Praying you have a fantastic Sunday. Now go out and learn something new.

What to Write on a Sunday?

My hubby and I got some bonus time together this week because my mother-in-law took our girls for 3 whole days (bet she has been enjoying the last 24 hours of silence). He sweetly invited me to take a drive with him to Menards (a local form of Home Depot only better). Ever since we bought our house and started remodeling it 6 years ago, we have been taking our date time to Menards. It's really not so bad. Get to hang out with my guy doing something he enjoys doing and I am not bored out of my mind doing it...also accomplishes getting things done that I would like done.

Our trip to Menards this week was to build a fireman's pole for the girls new playground that he's building in our yard. On our drive down we got to talking about the blogging challenge that I signed up for this month. I don't have a set idea for writing on Sunday because it seems like such a meaningful day. I asked him what he thought I should write about. It's always fun seeing what's wandering around in his brain.

His first response was to write about how people treat strangers better than their own family. He think I should dig into that idea and maybe initiate a revolution in gaining the family back at the center of our own lives. My response was that I wrote something kind of like that about how we've lost our neighborhoods. He said that he's been working on that; having conversations with our neighbors.

His second response was a red Trailblazer. Just because that's what drove past us down the road. I chimed in that we could go test drive a car every Saturday and then write a review on Sunday about it. He liked that idea. He wants to go and test drive a Camero.  Probably not going to happen with three girls still in booster and carseats.

This led him to ask me if I really enjoy writing and if I see it as something I would like to do to earn a living someday. This from the man who gave me a journal for our first Christmas that had an inscriptions saying, "I know that you will write a fantastic book someday. Here's a place to start your ideas." That was 7 years ago.

I guess time will tell. And this is what I write for Sunday. Thanks for traveling with us.

Date night with my girl

She chose to go to McDonald’s so she could get ice cream and play on the slides. These girls amaze me continuously. She people watches for the first couple minutes that we’re there. I keep trying to get her attention to see if there’s anything she wants to talk about.

She climbs on the wall that acts as a counter table. Walks along the top on her tushy.

She decides that she’s had enough shake and is ready to play. She’s off running. When she comes back, she tells me that she’s tired already. Stops for some shake and people watches some more. And she’s off.

I look and she’s hiding between the slide tunnel and the tunnel to climb up to the slide. She’s sitting there curled up as small as she can be. I just watch her wondering what she is doing. My guess is she’s checking out the competition. She’s watching the other kids to see who to play by and who to stay away from.

She comes back over and tells me that she was hiding from me. Drinks some shake and starts her next trick. She walks along the wall on her hands with her legs swinging. Did I tell you that she’s part monkey? The best part is when she gets her momentum going and flies off the wall because her feet flew up high enough to see them over the wall. She loved it and did it again. Soon all I could see was fingers and feet. Drinks some more milkshake and she’s off again.

At one point, she climbs on the top of the tube for the slide. So she’s perched just over all the kids sliding out. She lays on tap and tests gravity. She leans over and looks in. she just sits there and looks out the window.

The kids thin out and she gets to climb up the slide. I remember what a challenge that was. But we only got to do it in the summer time at the park and the slides were metal.

Then she gets obsessed with the camera and insists that I take a thousand pictures of her.

Then she has moments when she just sits and watches the other kids. Love those moments. She gets this look of utter fascination. Like their foreigners and she’s trying to understand their language.

She’s my girl. I see so much of me in her. Sometimes that worries me. Other times I am so excited for her and the woman she’s going to become. Especially because she has got her daddy mixed in there.

I am fascinated by the parents. The one mom is studying and her boys keep trying to get my attention. The other couple is playing games on their phones and having random conversations.

I think my girl is bored. But she doesn’t want to leave because she would have to go home to bed. Taking a shower has won her over. Wonder how Daddy did at home with the other two monkeys.