Noah, now in Mrs. Smith's 3rd grade class, comes home each day with a ridiculously heavy backpack. He was thrilled to go back to school so he could have recess.
Lexa, in Ms. Nesbit's kindergarten class, loves the school cheer: "B-A-R-T, Bark, Bulldogs, Bark"(as she tells it). She also likes her principal, Mr. Cerrone, or as she says, "Mr. Roni."
Besides Noah and Lex having a breakfast both at child care and then at school one morning, things are going fairly smoothly.
Before school began, we took a trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains. Andy took Noah to Montebello, where Noah was thrown off a horse and took a big spill during a strenuous hike. Luckily, there were no fishing accidents.
Lex and I met up with the guys at Wintergreen Resort and were treated to (among other things) a morning at the spa,
some rides on the ski slope chair lift,
and a breathtaking view.
We wrapped up the trip at Natural Bridge and checked out the bridge, the toy museum, the wax museum, the Indian village, and the caverns; however, we declined to go to Foam Henge or DinoLand.
While we were gone, the hermit crab cage remained uninhabited since Kermit II met his premature death just days before we left. Kermit had been a lively little fellow, often switching shells and nibbling on bits of fruit. I think Andy was most devastated by Kermit's death. They seem to have bonded.
Instead of shelving the habitat when we returned, Andy got a bigger one since Noah and Lex now each have a new crab. Why am I even bothering to tell this tale? Because I think the crabs like to have parties while we are out. I have, on several occasions, returned home to find mulch and sand tossed out of the cage as well as food/water dishes and climbing structures overturned and moved. These crabs are also very noisy chirpers. I never imagined hermit crabs could be rowdy. If they start inviting their friends over, I might just have to evict them.
We're coming out of our shells at the Roussel Roost.
