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They are over three inches taller than they were at their last physical.

We got an email informing us that we should pick up KJ's textbooks "outside the main office". This is all fine and dandy except for the part where KJ started 'at' a new school, which I have only been in to vote, and I have no freaking clue where the main office is. So I figured I'd park and blunder around and ask someone for directions, for lack of anything more clever. I parked, peered at the nearest entrance, and saw a couple of carts on the sidewalk in front of it; one of them was labelled for KJ's class and contained the list of books I had been told to obtain, so, welp, I guess I know which door to go in to find the main office now.

You know, in the event I want to. Which I assume will come someday. All knowledge is worth having?

In other child-related news ER is very, very angry that actions have consequences, including, for example, the action of locking her mama and her younger sister out of the house while she's having a snit about not getting what she was whining for. (She did let us in after a minute, and I could've gotten in with a house key, but nonetheless this behaviour is disapproved.)

Anyway.

I hear rumors, on the Dependency Hell front, that the mason will be here tomorrow to get the footing for the new stoop poured.

On bedroom-side updates Teine has installed much of his new closet furnishings which may mean that his stuff will get put away which means I can go back to putting my stuff away soon.

In the office branch of Dependency Hell, the computer is set up, there is now a keyboard tray, and I have found the remote for its silly color effects (I really rather like them but they are silly and now at least I can control them). Of the four bookcases that were in the office-that-was, one is nearly fully re-filled (the box containing the rest of shelf #2 is shared with another bookcase that is not refilled) and another has two shelves restored; I am missing roughly half a dozen boxes of books that go in them, including the two unfilled bottom shelves and shelf #5 of the bookcase labelled "door", all of which are stop points for my plan of restoring the shelves from bottom up. I dug out and extracted from the basement fifteen boxes of books today (only moving them to the first floor; artan conveyed them to the bedroom) so I am Done With Boxes for the nonce. Robin approves of box-related progress.

Plan is to reshelve everything and then when the shelves for the deeper units are done, figure out how I want to reshuffle things to put the extra-size books on shelves that can actually handle books that size. I am dithering about whether or not I want to bring up the bead boxes and stash them where they (eventually) go.

I would like to start reshelving the Abrahamic religion books (they go in the bookcase labelled "left"), maybe, because I have a religious education orientation meeting tomorrow and it would be nice to wave at my religions library. I have also installed MultiMC so I can get a Minecraft instance running for purposes of teaching religious education, because I am teaching religious education in Minecraft this year.

KJ has just reached an important moment in a young paganish person's life: adding "Lughnasadh" to her computer's spellcheck.

“Reality is a small bubble in an ocean of imagination, and reality is slowly getting larger as little bits of imagination seep through the outer shell.”

- KJ, demonstrating a canny grasp of core ancient Egyptian theological concepts for a ten-year-old

KJ is singing "Let it Go" in her sleep.

This is at least more coherent and comprehensible than most of the things teinedreugan says in his sleep....

Getting back to this.

In arbitrary Facebook-defined order!

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I apparently didn't have much to say on FB in 2011.

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This evening KJ came in to say good night to me and asked for some bedtime nursing. She's been getting increasingly erratic about this over time, much to my something-or-other, and tonight she popped off the breast, looked at me with an expression of faint confusion, and said, "There's no sleep meem in there."

I need to start pulling my conversations-with-kids and kids-anecdotes down off FB and archiving them here, but until then:

artan_eter, in the distance talking to the handymen: ... and this house was flipped by monkeys before we got it...
KJ: It got *flipped*.
Me: Yes.
KJ: The house got *flipped*.
Me: Yes, sweetie.
KJ: HOW it get flipped?
Me: ... that's what the people did before we got it.
KJ: OH NOOOOOO.