The Standard Time Blues

It has been almost a week since I sat down with the blog. I think the Little family is suffering from S.T.Bs. The Standard Time Blues. It is not that the sky is streaked with bright pink clouds at 4pm, or that the daylight is already peeking out on my morning run (all one of them this week), or that we are resistant to change...ok, well, maybe the latter. Rather, it is that no one informed our youngest daughter Eleanor that she is supposed to adjust her waking hour because the government says so. Yes, we've put them to bed later, yes it is still dark in the morning, yes she is nice and warm in her bed, but will she sleep past 5am? NOOOOO!!!!! Not only has Eleanor decided not to adjust her waking time, but she has decided that waking up even earlier (like 4:15am on monday), and the entire house with her, is appropriate.

So, the Little house has been full of life this last week. Early life, that is. Jason put in a new water saving toilet so we can feel self righteous, and so we can have a toilet that actually flushes. Novel idea. Hope Pres. met at our home Sunday night, and we enjoyed the Lord's Supper together with a bowl of wine and some Trader Joe's bread. Rynn made some very cool toilet paper roll binoculars, and Eleanor is rehearsing her temper tantrums in public places like grocery store parking lots. I think some are Oscar worthy. She even starting ripping her shirt off today. Watch out Janet Jackson. Of course, I might be ready for the nut house before her third birthday. I'm enjoying my lunch at 10am and ready for a strong drink by 2pm. So, there's our news. Oh...and several folks have asked about Eleanor's black eye which is finally almost gone. No, we haven't been beating her. She ran into her cousin Jack's bed last weekend in Eugene and hit it in just the right spot. It was good timing for Halloween- black eyed bunnies seem to get more candy. Go figure.