Thrilling Thursday- Juner.

Henry is great. He build great lego models, loves to read, can add and subtract up to 100, and never met a rule he didn't want to tell someone else. But no one has ever accused him of being creative. So mama has been trying to ease him into it.

You can't give Henry a piece of paper and tell him to draw a car, but if you draw a few dots for an outline, he does a pretty good job at doing the rest. Throw in a few rub on decals and some stencils, and you've got a pretty good race car.

Creativity is no problem for me. Like when I decided to draw a self portrait. On myself.

Or when we were outside playing with all the boys and I decided to collect all the cicada shells and gather them into families, thus proving that I will literally collect anything.

(A note on the boys club- we host Thrilling Thursday, which is mandatory outdoor play. miss Kerri hosts Movie Monday or TV Tuesday, depending on schedules. Miss Juliet hosts Wii Wednesday or Mama's new favorite- Nin ThursDo. Mama's appreciation for playdate swaps is exceeded only by her love of the witty names.)

Back to my cicada collection, mama of course wants me to mention that the 5o or so cicadas we've seen in this year's brood will never compare to Brood X in 2004 in Oxford. Imagine these cicadas times about 50,000. Yeah, yeah, mom. and you walked to school uphill and backwards in a blizzard.

I did get a little freaked out when she showed me how the sister cicada shell could stick to her shirt or in her hair by itself. Gross.

An eternal blabbermouth, my favorite phrases are "Guess what?" and "Wook at dis (Look at this)." These are generally followed by 2 minute long ramblings about something that happened to me months and months ago, like falling in the lily pond or recalling in excruciating detail all of Grandma Seibert's My Little Ponies. I like to pull out this trick when mama and papa are trying to get me to sleep.

A few weeks ago we were discussing Aunt Jenni's birthday when Henry started inquiring as to the ages of other family members. When we got to Grams, I interupted and yelled, "No. Grams is 16." Mama couldn't understand why I was so adamant about it until I continued "She is 16 going on 17," singing the song that Grams always sings me from the Sound of Music.