Thursday Before the Storm

I hate to complain about the kids playing chess... but they're supposed to be eating breakfast. It is always hard when the schedule is off from the start.  

This one was just as much trouble this morning,  so he helped me dry my hair. Cutest stylist I've ever had,  albeit not the best one.  

He also thinks he's big enough to walk down the stairs.  Mom isn't a fan. Luckily,  it's a lot of work and he usually quits after a stair or two. (Also,  he was flying his helicopter while he walked down,  because it certainly doesn't take so his focus to walk down the stairs. )

Judah let the class this morning at homeschool group.  

It quickly changed from history to gym. 

Mom.  You need to move.  I'm trying to rock. 

He's bossy these days. 

Bread dough for tomorrow's soup supper. I weighed one,  and measured the other. The difference is extreme,  we shall see which produces the best result.  

Just to keep things interesting,  there's a storm expected.