It was Andy’s homemade buttermilk waffles for breakfast.

It was my homemade pizza, including pizza dough and pizza sauce, for dinner!

We are making the most of this situation.
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It was Andy’s homemade buttermilk waffles for breakfast.

It was my homemade pizza, including pizza dough and pizza sauce, for dinner!

We are making the most of this situation.
This social distancing thing is hard on all of us. Today, Laura and some of her friends were hanging out. For the most part, they were working on building the longest hopscotch board that they could and maintaining safe distances from each other. They were up to 300 boxes at one point. It took Laura 44 seconds to hop the whole thing. Yes, I did video it.

Then, the ice cream truck appeared on our street. Food trucks are considered food service, so they get a pass with our stay-at-home order. Well, one of Laura’s friends decided to buy them all ice cream. Once we realized that Laura was also eating ice cream, we made her come home, throw the warhead popsicle away, and wash her hands. She was so upset because those popsicles are big and she LOVES them. After a lot of talking, she understood why we did it, but this whole situation is just hard. It is so hard. Once this whole situation has passed, I am buying her a truck full of those damn things or as many as I can fit in the freezer. This virus sucks.

I tried a new online shopping service today. With the craziness of everything, the Hy-Vee online shopping is running 6+ days out for groceries. Instacart was 24-hour delivery for several stores, including Hy-Vee and Aldi. Essentially, you are hiring a personal shopper. It was only about $20 more, including tip, than what I would have spent in the grocery store. It was worth every penny to avoid the stress of shopping right now. Next time, I am ordering from Aldi.


I walk. Kids ride. Fresh air and sunshine.

Laura is on her fourth go-round of Victoria Aveyard’s “Red Queen” book. Her ability to read the same book repeatedly and still love every minute of it is so like me and her Grandma Marianne. It’s the odd things that count.
