Chapter 24

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We currently had 120 dollars in our money jar. I think that's the most we have ever had in there we did have 150 but we went grocery shopping yesterday. I was almost afraid to buy anything because I wanted to save up so we could get something big. Like a new microwave since ours made a rickety thump noise when it warmed something up.

I took out another ten to order pizza tonight since Izzy was coming over to sleep over any minute now.

When Izzy knocked on our door and walked in with a pillow case and a blanket decorated with SpongeBob and a big student back pack from Jan sport packed full Joey ran down stairs and grabbed her blanket from her telling her they were going to make a fort. I almost forgot how cute 7 year olds could be.

I cleaned off the counter and went up stairs to get Joeys coloring books and made a coloring station for them with me and Ryan to color at with them. Ryan had just arrived at the house a few minutes ago .he had gotten in the shower when he got home right away because he didn't have time to this morning.

I told the kids to clean up and put away the fort and come down stairs to color. They came downstairs 5 minutes later racing each other to see who could get there first Izzy won surprisingly. They both got down and colored in the two coloring books quietly while watching SpongeBob.(surprise surprise).Ryan came down stairs once they were on there second page and I had printed out 4 pages for me and Ryan a paisley print, and a skull for me and a mustang, and ocean with sea shells and fish, etc. for him. He laughed and he came down and when I whispered to his bonding time. He started to color as well as did I. But I took a break for a second to turnoff the TV and put on some music while all 4 of us talked. Izzy was practically family now.

I ordered pizza an hour later and when it arrived we all dug in.

3 hours after eating Izzy and Joey went out like a light under the fort they had remade. How cute.it felt like my heart was being sewn back together on stich at a time.

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