Because this format seems to work. Following is a selection of tweets as seen on Twitter in the past week, or so. All times are Pacific even though I’m not in the Pacific time zone.

Saturday, October 24th.
8:01 PM: scored a home run with the boy tonight. I’m the best. The greatest. I’m thinking this may be the last time I hear that before HS graduation.

The kids are finally back in school. I read (with envy) posts from around the blogisphere about kids going back to school almost a full month before my little darlings stepped into their school clothes for the first time. Lil’bug started with a half day last Wednesday. Then Scout started, also with a half day, on Thursday while she went off to the emergency back-up center provided by the company for which I work. Then on Friday they both had a half day. Oh, these half days KILL me!

Everything worth mentioning in the last week, in bullet form. A recap from Twitter and Facebook, for those not following. Will expand, in future posts, on anything by request.

Times, I believe, are Pacific time.

Because this format is working for me… Everything worth mentioning in the last week, in bullet form. A recap from Twitter and Facebook, for those not following. Will expand, in future posts, on anything by request.

Times, I believe, are Pacific time, because no, I was not Tweeting at 5:23 on Sunday, July 26th. 8:23 is much more reasonable.

Lil'bug, as I was leaving to visit Scout.

Last Wednesday I visited Scout at sleep-away camp. Every year the leaders of the troop ask themselves if they want to have a parents night. They weigh all the pros and cons. The biggest negative is that the boys get a bit mushy when it’s time for the parents to leave. Some get a bit mushy earlier than that and some start the night with, “I want to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

Scout was one of those that wanted to sleep in his own bed. He reasoned that H could bring him back up in the morning.

My kids picture was featured on the cover of the local newspaper this week. We have extra copies.

I realized this morning that maybe I should think about adding some extra time to get where I need to go to stop for a few minutes to thank those who stop me to comment on what a wonderful picture it is and that, if I call the newspaper, they might give me a copy. My neighbor stopped me as I was trying to get Lil’bug and myself out of the house. He was trimming a bush, forsythia, I think…at 7:30 in the morning! I compare him to the battery bunny. He just keeps going and going and going…

It’s difficult when you’re trying to cram more into a day than there are hours to fit everything.

I got to camp to pick up Lil’bug at 5:45. We needed to be at dance class (about two miles away) by 6:15. You think there’d be plenty of time. You’d be wrong. First, in order to get her out of camp I have to get her past clean-up…and no, clean-up is not an option. When a big tub of Legos is scattered all over the floor and one walks in to find one’s progeny a part of the scattering, it is called a life-lesson…and it is not an option. There may also have been an apology to a teacher required before we left.

Everything worth mentioning in the last week, in bullet form. A recap from Twitter and Facebook, for those not following. Will expand, in future posts, on anything by request.

Lil’bug’s first dance class is this evening. and. I. can’t. wait! I wanted to sign her up for a short summer class before making a yearlong commitment in the fall. She is even more eager than I am to get there. When I told her a couple of weeks ago that I found a class for her she told me she didn’t want any teachers there. What is she thinking?

Yesterday we attended the second in a series of four Little League games that theoretically would have led up to a trip to Williamsport for the Little League World Series in August.