Reading this philosophy book. I’d long ago given up hope on anyone in my family being remotely interested in anything I read, but Rex is kind of hooked. Then i discuss it with him “how do you know you’re real and not an illusion created by an evil demon” and Karena can’t help but jump in. It’s kind of nerdy to talk about philosophy at the dinner table but secretly pleasing. Poor Quincy is left out and talks to herself about her imaginary friend. Coach Jr, of course, just wads pork in his mouth until it’s plate throwing time.
Quincy (reading spine of book): Fa-loo-sa-fee?
Me: aw don’t worry your pretty little head about it that stuff is not for girls.
Haha just kidding i didn’t actually say that. She’s doing first grade stuff in home school. Here’s a picture of her in her pajamas.
Me: Look smart. It’s for the blog.
Karena took Rex to a Pokemon party at the library.
Coachstradamus (via text message): Did he immediately rush off and begin jabbering in what sounds like a foreign language?
Karena: YES. EXACTLY.
Coach Jr, um well he has a big head so that’s promising. When you say “brush teeth” he says “Ah?” and trundles towards the sink. The problem is if you say “brush” “teeth” “ah” or any word that sounds remotely similar, he does the same thing and is disappointed that he can’t brush his teeth fifty times a day.
This whole thing sounds like a Christmas card, ugh. Oh well, the family that nerds together uh herds together, i guess.
Wt: 166.6 maintaining faith in my fitness pal, i know it’s working because I’m starving and miserable brb watching clock til dinner time 749 calories remaining, still need 14 grams of fiber looks like beans and two ounces of meat and an onion FML. I’m not really whining okay I am. Enjoy my self inflicted misery.
Hbps: 205×6, 215,225,235,245×3
SGDL: 375, 385, 395 x 1
Pullups: 0x5; 35×5