Yes, he is SOUND asleep. You know I love it! I am 5 for 5 with book lovers!

Poor Squirt's new hideout.....actually poor Kela
Sorry not a lot of pics, but we weren't short on weird-ness!
Monday- picture us sitting on the couch trying to gt Ty through his Science reading. There is a loud, high pitched chirp. I yell at Trevor to stop playing with the bird call thing and go on reading. It continues- to which being a even tempered mother- I threaten to make Trevor my personal slave if he doesn't knock it off. Again with the chirping. I get up, planning to really lay into Trev and instead see the cat intently staring at the little bookcase at the end of the stairs. I get down and look and there is the fatest cipmunk I have ever seen huddled in the corner. By now Trev is taking a look, Ty and Kassie are both laying on their bellies trying to catch a peek. I grab the colander, Tom a wooden spoon and Trev, the only smart one, a blanket. We start to formualte a plan and out the little chipmunk runs over the top of Kassie, into the kitchen, through the dining room and back to the front entry. We looked like the group chasing the gingerbread man. Trev finally throws the blanket over the top of him and I seal the trap with the colander. After a little running under the blanket, okay I missed the first time, he was safely returned outside. Needless to say, Ty never did finish his Science....
That evening Trev had a meet in Ballard. He ran well 18:28 - but place 28th. He was disappointed, but this meet had the 6 top runners in the state. I was impressed!
Tuesday - We are outside eating on the beautiful new deck when we here the strangest yelpy-bark from Kela inside. ( She was put in to finish her breakfast in peace) I jump up and, of course, everyone follows. Kela is in the kitchen standing guilty faced in front of the garbage. I peak in and at the bottom of the bucket is the new kitten. Poor Kela figured while everyone was otside she could be naughty and eat a little trah, instead she got a furry, hissing surprise :o)
Wednesday - was just normal chaos
Thursday - Trev was trying to defend his honor. All week he had been working on Rosetta Stone Language program and he said something to Ty - and said that's Spanish for "get on the airplane" and Ty looks at him and says very lovingly,
"No dummy, that's Chinese." As you can imagine a sweet, brotherly exchange began. I asked Trevor to repeat what he said and confirmed it was Chinese. Trev was fit to be tied. He flew ino the library to grab the language cds to show us how stupid we were and instead realized, he had been practicing Chinese all week, when he thought he was studying Spanish ( I know, I too am a lot worried about his language skills...) In the meantime, Trace is climbing on the back of the computer chair with his arms behind Trev's back and hitting him with his head. Trev leans back and tells him to knock it off, when we hear a pop/crack noise and Trace starts screaming. I am worried his arm is broken, trev is upset because he know he was rough because he was angry that we were teasing him..anyway after several hours of hand wringing ( there is no swelling etc) I finally decide we should see a docor. ( I didn't want to rush into anything..) 5 x-rays later we discover Trace has "nurse maids elbow" ( the elbow is or of the socket) . Our WONDERFUL pediatrician - twists and bends his arm and pop- wallah he is instantly cured It was awesome.
Friday- was the homecoming parade around the sqaure - it was fun. The cross country team did not run the ball this year since they played ATlantic- so that was disappointing. We got an offer our biggest and best lot...bummer it is for 1/2 of wat we are asking. In other words we paid more for the vacant ground. At least there was an offer...right?
Saturday - we had a wild homecoming party (not) We spent the evening with some family friends and Ty is hoping his eye will turn black from the "pear war" he kids had outside after the parents went in. Luckily, trevor threw the pear and hit his own brother...
Sunday - we enjoyed church and naps and waiting for your email TJ
I think that sums up a usual week at the Turners. Trace has been enjoying picking and choosing whom he loves and doesn't...reminds me of Ty and his "love levels", Tian is Tian. She loved ballet again. She followed directions for the entire class. She informed JAke Thomas, as only a mouthy four year old can," YOu have a BAD haircut..." NO mercy from the littel raven haired beauty., keep in mind Jake is recovering from brain surgery last month.