Hey- it is Monday again, people! Woohoo! Another start to another week. I usually do laundry and tidy up whatever mess has lingered from the weekend - usually toys and tools from the kids and Brian.
I've been trying to establish a loose routine now that we aren't in the middle of any major house projects and I was wondering how you all structure your week. Brian says my "job" consists of food, kids, house and bills. These are my categories to work with and now I need help to get my mind around balancing the demands from each. Any suggestions???
Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
New Rule
This week I've had the kids out enjoying the great outdoors via our fenced backyard. Isaac has taken to baseball - hitting our baby bouncy ball to the fence a few times and Jack just wanders around the yard aimlessly, trying to eat the occasional rock or pebble he may find. Sophia is our bug hunter. I will have to empty her pockets with extreme caution this year. She loves anything that wiggles, has multiple legs and can be found under our patio bricks.
While searching for new flowers in the yard with Jack and Soph - our little girl spotted a flower with a bug she hadn't noticed before - so Sophie being Sophie - she fearlessly reached right down and pet the new bug until it buzzed off the flower and I screamed involuntarily. Sophia had successfully pet a bee. A really big, fat bee.
New rule - bugs on flowers are big "no, no"s. Especially, the big, fat bugs on flowers that make Mama scream.
While searching for new flowers in the yard with Jack and Soph - our little girl spotted a flower with a bug she hadn't noticed before - so Sophie being Sophie - she fearlessly reached right down and pet the new bug until it buzzed off the flower and I screamed involuntarily. Sophia had successfully pet a bee. A really big, fat bee.
New rule - bugs on flowers are big "no, no"s. Especially, the big, fat bugs on flowers that make Mama scream.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Surprise Success
Dad's surprise 60th birthday was a success. Our guests arrived and were snacking away when Mom and Dad pulled up - a little late as planned (Go, Mom!). The crowd was poised with cameras ready at the end of our entry hallway when I rushed in the front door to let them know Dad had gone through the gate to the back of the house. The whole mass of family and friends turned just in time to yell "SURPRISE" to a nearly sixty year old man, my father, smiling sheepishly at our back patio door. Surprise success.
Fifty-four guests graced our home to celebrate Dad's birthday. Many were extended family members that I hadn't seen since I was a child - and now here I am with three children of my own. Am I really a mother of three? No, make that four. Yes, Baby Four - a girl we think, is due this Fall. I broke out the maternity clothing for the party. Either I looked pregnant or I looked like I had grown a rather decent beer belly - both according to Brian are impossible since I don't pay attention to him and I don't drink beer. So, back to maternity clothing. Oh, joy.
The party was our first bash in our first home. We took over the cul-de-sac or "broke in the neighborhood" as one family member put it. A passing thunderstorm supplied just the right amount of mud for all the kids to play in. I quickly discovered that I needed to invest in more - many, many more - towels. Mud covered kids were positioned very carefully in front of each family grouping for pictures. Pictures outside, then inside, and pictures on video - then, more pictures and scanning of, yes, even more pictures. A complete rainbow appeared over the house as guests made their way home. Rainbows are very special to me - so it was a perfect ending to a wonderful day with family and friends.
A full tray of ziti and a tray of meatballs somehow survived the afternoon (guess what's for dinner for, say, the next week or so...). The evening ended with Dad working over his new lottery tickets with a penny and with a quick run to Wal-Mart for new bath towels. After a fast sweep of dried, muddy footprints we called it a day. A very good day.
Happy Birthday, Dad. We love you and hope you remember us when you scratch off that winning lottery ticket. =)
Fifty-four guests graced our home to celebrate Dad's birthday. Many were extended family members that I hadn't seen since I was a child - and now here I am with three children of my own. Am I really a mother of three? No, make that four. Yes, Baby Four - a girl we think, is due this Fall. I broke out the maternity clothing for the party. Either I looked pregnant or I looked like I had grown a rather decent beer belly - both according to Brian are impossible since I don't pay attention to him and I don't drink beer. So, back to maternity clothing. Oh, joy.
The party was our first bash in our first home. We took over the cul-de-sac or "broke in the neighborhood" as one family member put it. A passing thunderstorm supplied just the right amount of mud for all the kids to play in. I quickly discovered that I needed to invest in more - many, many more - towels. Mud covered kids were positioned very carefully in front of each family grouping for pictures. Pictures outside, then inside, and pictures on video - then, more pictures and scanning of, yes, even more pictures. A complete rainbow appeared over the house as guests made their way home. Rainbows are very special to me - so it was a perfect ending to a wonderful day with family and friends.
A full tray of ziti and a tray of meatballs somehow survived the afternoon (guess what's for dinner for, say, the next week or so...). The evening ended with Dad working over his new lottery tickets with a penny and with a quick run to Wal-Mart for new bath towels. After a fast sweep of dried, muddy footprints we called it a day. A very good day.
Happy Birthday, Dad. We love you and hope you remember us when you scratch off that winning lottery ticket. =)
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