I had that wild look in my eye tonight. I couldn't quite help it. Tuesdays are tough - four soccer practices. Thursdays are tougher - two soccer practices, three piano lessons. The good news is that we only have one thing for one child on Monday night, nothing on Wednesday night and Friday night is my very fave cause it is Orange Crush soccer practice. That means that I get to sit with my friends and chat and if I am lucky, we end up in the driveway having too many beers before the night is over.
Oh, but back to the wild eye.
I know that we can do all of the things that need to get done. I know that everyone can make it to all of their events on time and with all of the needed gear.
I have been harping on the kids about getting their stuff ready so that we aren't scrambling when it is time to start the shuffle. The last few weeks I have hit the breaking point.
This one can only find one cleat. That one can't find the piano books. This one can't find any shin guards. 'Oh mom, can you stop at 7-11 - I forgot my water bottle.' 'Oh man, I'm gonna hafta run laps because my ball is flat.' 'I'm going to hafta run laps because I got to practice late.' And it goes on and on and on.
Well, today was another day of scrambling to get our stuff together and get out the door. I did quite a bit of fussing. Or maybe I should be honest and say quite a bit of yelling. Which turned into two kids going to soccer barefooted. Yep, you read that right - no shoes, no shin guards, no socks, no ball, no water bottle.
I'm done. I can't look for their stuff anymore. I can't have them looking for their stuff when we are trying to walk out of the door.
I know some of the folks on the sideline thought that I was being a little harsh. I'm sure the coaches thought that I had finally lost my mind. But geez louise - how else are they gonna learn. I'm not going to be with them for the rest of their lives to pack their ding dang bags.
I wish that it didn't send me into such a tail spin. I wish I could handle these situation with grace and dignity. But I can't and I didn't.
And guess what - on the ride home, one of the kids actually told me that she was very upset with me before practice but she learned from it and from now on would always do her best to have her bag packed the night before.
Okay - that's all I ask. Make an effort. And I'll make one too - because I don't really like it when people see me with that wild look in my eye.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
GGPT09 in Pictures (Finally)
I've been so behind on the blog that I just realized that I never posted any pictures from our Great GrandParents Tour 2009. So here goes.
We had a Sunday trip to Dayton, Texas. We always love to see Granny. She's not quite the person that we all grew up loving, but she seems very happy in her own little world.
The bonus on this trip was getting to see my sweet cousin Codi who I love so much. I love that we are related but more than that, I love that we have become grown-up women friends.
First stop on our whirlwind vacation - New Orleans. Boy-o-boy did we have a good time. Everyone enjoyed the French Quarter.
We ate at Cafe du Monde twice in 24 hours. The music was fab and we were even able to pop into a couple of great art galleries. It really was a really fun time. And yes, we are all wearing tie-dye. The kids love it and I love it. People definitely stop and look when we pass by. It is like we are the hippy version of the Duggar family - only without the Jesus and I could be drunk by noon. (har har - making myself laugh now.)
First night at Grandma and Grandpa B.'s house and it was like our own music festival. Hmmm...maybe we are more like the Duggar's that what I realized. bwaa ha ha ha! :)
On our first morning in Pensacola and we had a great morning hike at Bay Bluffs Park. You might notice that Grandma B is holding all of the rocks that the kids have collected. In the end, we had to limit them to three a piece.
Grandpa B is giving SBW his first lesson in pine branch holding.
We've all decided that we want to buy our next vacation home on the beach in Pensacola.
Grandma and Grandpa B were troopers. They even went with us to the beach!
All of the fam poses for a photo at the Naval Air Museum. We all really enjoyed our visit to the museum!
Last stop, Houston for a short visit with Grandma and Grandpa Carr.
And this completes our summary of the GGPT09! Hope you've enjoyed!
P.S. We have over 300 pictures. I've been doing this for almost 2 hours. I think we are going to sign-up for one of those photo sharing sites so that the fam can see all of the pictures. Whew.
We had a Sunday trip to Dayton, Texas. We always love to see Granny. She's not quite the person that we all grew up loving, but she seems very happy in her own little world.
The bonus on this trip was getting to see my sweet cousin Codi who I love so much. I love that we are related but more than that, I love that we have become grown-up women friends.
First stop on our whirlwind vacation - New Orleans. Boy-o-boy did we have a good time. Everyone enjoyed the French Quarter.
We ate at Cafe du Monde twice in 24 hours. The music was fab and we were even able to pop into a couple of great art galleries. It really was a really fun time. And yes, we are all wearing tie-dye. The kids love it and I love it. People definitely stop and look when we pass by. It is like we are the hippy version of the Duggar family - only without the Jesus and I could be drunk by noon. (har har - making myself laugh now.)
First night at Grandma and Grandpa B.'s house and it was like our own music festival. Hmmm...maybe we are more like the Duggar's that what I realized. bwaa ha ha ha! :)
On our first morning in Pensacola and we had a great morning hike at Bay Bluffs Park. You might notice that Grandma B is holding all of the rocks that the kids have collected. In the end, we had to limit them to three a piece.
Grandpa B is giving SBW his first lesson in pine branch holding.
We've all decided that we want to buy our next vacation home on the beach in Pensacola.
Grandma and Grandpa B were troopers. They even went with us to the beach!
All of the fam poses for a photo at the Naval Air Museum. We all really enjoyed our visit to the museum!
Last stop, Houston for a short visit with Grandma and Grandpa Carr.
And this completes our summary of the GGPT09! Hope you've enjoyed!
P.S. We have over 300 pictures. I've been doing this for almost 2 hours. I think we are going to sign-up for one of those photo sharing sites so that the fam can see all of the pictures. Whew.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Taking Time
Cooking bacon and one more thing comes to mind.
#4's teacher wasn't at school today. He had a sub. When I asked him where she was, he told me that she took the day off to be a mommy.
Her kids are in college. They were home for Easter. She took the day off to spend with them before they went back to school.
She isn't even at school and she is still teaching. I am glad that #4 knows that it is important to spend time with your children. I hope that I always remember to take time to be a mommy, even when my kids are grown.
And BTW, his teacher happens to be the mother of this special person. We are SO lucky.
And I also love that #1 said "I can't wait to go to college, they get tons of days off."
#4's teacher wasn't at school today. He had a sub. When I asked him where she was, he told me that she took the day off to be a mommy.
Her kids are in college. They were home for Easter. She took the day off to spend with them before they went back to school.
She isn't even at school and she is still teaching. I am glad that #4 knows that it is important to spend time with your children. I hope that I always remember to take time to be a mommy, even when my kids are grown.
And BTW, his teacher happens to be the mother of this special person. We are SO lucky.
And I also love that #1 said "I can't wait to go to college, they get tons of days off."
Monday Behind
I've been thinking about this post all day today and wondering what I might say. I hope my faithful followers (all 7 of you) aren't looking for anything too profound, cause I've got nothin.
I am enjoying typing while here at AYO practice and it is great that JC lets me use his laptop and holds and tends so that I can do it. But to be honest, all of this music is giving me a headache and kinda wanna stand up and scream at the kid that keeps missing the part. And can you go ahead and tune your bass while your at it please? I think I might need a cookie.
I talked on the phone to our dear friend Denise for the first 30 of AYO. Gosh I miss living next door to her. And our kids most especially miss it. They talk about her and Jay often and I have even overheard conversations between the kids about who missed them the most or what is missed the most...the popsiscles, the tree climbing, the holiday cookie baking or the long long walks to the secret park. We will never be able to replace those memories for our older kids and I am just so bummed out that our SBW will not have the fun of running between the bushes to go and play. We will get together this week and I suspect that for a few hours, it will be like we never left Deerfield Drive.
Speaking of Deerfield Drive, I have been thinking a lot lately about home. I loved living on Deerfield Drive. #1 was only 1 when we moved into that house and was 11 when we moved out. That is the home where I rocked our first four babies. I knew that someday we would need to move, our family was growing but our house wasn't. I never expected that we would need to move so abruptly.
The Duclet Drive house was a drive by for us. I never felt at home. I really hated living there. I hated that our kids had to move from our well loved older home only to live in a house for a year and then move again. The irony of the Dulcet Drive house is that it was practically new. Perfect white walls. Beautiful kitchen, three living areas. A dream come true and every other house was living the exact same perfectly vanilla dream. Bleck. I like an older home. I always joke that I prefer wood paneling to crown molding. hee hee.
Most nights before I go to sleep I send a little thanks out into the universe (and the Carpenters) for our home. We could have never predicted that we would be where we are now and if it weren't for #1's schoolmates parent's, we would not be in the great place we are now. We all love our home. It feels like home for us. Everyone is comfortable. We have only lived here for 16 months and we already have so many memories. I can picture us living here for a very very long time.
This afternoon after school, there were 11 kids (yes, you read that right) at our house and in our yard. The front door is always propped open and everyone feels like they can come and go and have a world of fun.
Oh geez, only two minutes left.
And did I report that SBW is crawling and now has FOUR teeth. Wow wee, time is flying fast. #2 had an outstanding sleepover on Friday. Nine of the nicest sweetest girls in town at our house. No ugliness or drama. It was really a great party. #3 has started playing a lot with the neighborhood boys and I am big fan. They are good kids. And #4, well he FINALLY started soccer last week and is proud to once again be on the team that JC coaches. He is stoked.
Okay, now they are hovering which means they might be reading. I am looking forward to cooking tonight. It is BLT night and we are ALL SO EXCITED.
I also need to say that one of my lifelong friends is taking a break from personal blogging. I am sad. I understand. I've been thinking a lot about taking the same break. Maybe I should. I am trying very hard to only be on the computer when the kids and JC aren't around. These are my living breathing people. They deserve attention, not this box.
Okay - for real, I'm going now.
I am enjoying typing while here at AYO practice and it is great that JC lets me use his laptop and holds and tends so that I can do it. But to be honest, all of this music is giving me a headache and kinda wanna stand up and scream at the kid that keeps missing the part. And can you go ahead and tune your bass while your at it please? I think I might need a cookie.
I talked on the phone to our dear friend Denise for the first 30 of AYO. Gosh I miss living next door to her. And our kids most especially miss it. They talk about her and Jay often and I have even overheard conversations between the kids about who missed them the most or what is missed the most...the popsiscles, the tree climbing, the holiday cookie baking or the long long walks to the secret park. We will never be able to replace those memories for our older kids and I am just so bummed out that our SBW will not have the fun of running between the bushes to go and play. We will get together this week and I suspect that for a few hours, it will be like we never left Deerfield Drive.
Speaking of Deerfield Drive, I have been thinking a lot lately about home. I loved living on Deerfield Drive. #1 was only 1 when we moved into that house and was 11 when we moved out. That is the home where I rocked our first four babies. I knew that someday we would need to move, our family was growing but our house wasn't. I never expected that we would need to move so abruptly.
The Duclet Drive house was a drive by for us. I never felt at home. I really hated living there. I hated that our kids had to move from our well loved older home only to live in a house for a year and then move again. The irony of the Dulcet Drive house is that it was practically new. Perfect white walls. Beautiful kitchen, three living areas. A dream come true and every other house was living the exact same perfectly vanilla dream. Bleck. I like an older home. I always joke that I prefer wood paneling to crown molding. hee hee.
Most nights before I go to sleep I send a little thanks out into the universe (and the Carpenters) for our home. We could have never predicted that we would be where we are now and if it weren't for #1's schoolmates parent's, we would not be in the great place we are now. We all love our home. It feels like home for us. Everyone is comfortable. We have only lived here for 16 months and we already have so many memories. I can picture us living here for a very very long time.
This afternoon after school, there were 11 kids (yes, you read that right) at our house and in our yard. The front door is always propped open and everyone feels like they can come and go and have a world of fun.
Oh geez, only two minutes left.
And did I report that SBW is crawling and now has FOUR teeth. Wow wee, time is flying fast. #2 had an outstanding sleepover on Friday. Nine of the nicest sweetest girls in town at our house. No ugliness or drama. It was really a great party. #3 has started playing a lot with the neighborhood boys and I am big fan. They are good kids. And #4, well he FINALLY started soccer last week and is proud to once again be on the team that JC coaches. He is stoked.
Okay, now they are hovering which means they might be reading. I am looking forward to cooking tonight. It is BLT night and we are ALL SO EXCITED.
I also need to say that one of my lifelong friends is taking a break from personal blogging. I am sad. I understand. I've been thinking a lot about taking the same break. Maybe I should. I am trying very hard to only be on the computer when the kids and JC aren't around. These are my living breathing people. They deserve attention, not this box.
Okay - for real, I'm going now.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Monday Behind - Finishing Up.
And #3 is becoming more bossy and girly by the minute. Seriously 9 going on 22. Will just about only wear clothes that are pink. Afterall, it is her signature color. And is a kid that I love so much. She got to spend sometime with some school pals walking around the neighborhood this weekend. She came home and told us that it was the greatest day of her life. Sounds like we could be off the hook for Santa this year. :)
#4, well he is my buddy. He is reading like he's been doing it his whole life. His new passion is being the before supper helper. He LOVES to cook. I think the other kids enjoyed it when they were six also, but geez, it is hard to remember.
And then there is the SBW. I seriously want to gobble him up. He has cut a top tooth. Smiles more than humanly possible and is still not really eating any baby food or table food. Practically 8 months old and still nursing like a champ. Last night he slept until 3:45am, which was a long long time. Keep fingers crossed for a repeat tonight.
I'll try to post some pictures soon. I'll probably be outta blog land most of the week. We are going out of town to a funeral on Wednesday and Thursday. We are having a garage sale on Friday. And then Friday night is the big partay.
Our dear friend Stephanie lost her mom today. She'd been sick with Parkinson's Disease for quite sometime. We are all sad. This is the grandma of #1's oldest and closest friend. #1 has spent a good bit of time with the grandparents and has even stayed at their house before. Oh man. It stinks.
SBW is crying. Guess we didn't make it to 3:45 today. Oh well, I guess I'll just hafta pick him up, nurse him, hold him and love on him again. Darn the luck.
#4, well he is my buddy. He is reading like he's been doing it his whole life. His new passion is being the before supper helper. He LOVES to cook. I think the other kids enjoyed it when they were six also, but geez, it is hard to remember.
And then there is the SBW. I seriously want to gobble him up. He has cut a top tooth. Smiles more than humanly possible and is still not really eating any baby food or table food. Practically 8 months old and still nursing like a champ. Last night he slept until 3:45am, which was a long long time. Keep fingers crossed for a repeat tonight.
I'll try to post some pictures soon. I'll probably be outta blog land most of the week. We are going out of town to a funeral on Wednesday and Thursday. We are having a garage sale on Friday. And then Friday night is the big partay.
Our dear friend Stephanie lost her mom today. She'd been sick with Parkinson's Disease for quite sometime. We are all sad. This is the grandma of #1's oldest and closest friend. #1 has spent a good bit of time with the grandparents and has even stayed at their house before. Oh man. It stinks.
SBW is crying. Guess we didn't make it to 3:45 today. Oh well, I guess I'll just hafta pick him up, nurse him, hold him and love on him again. Darn the luck.
The Monday Behind
I've been looking forward to this time since last week at 7:01pm. I have exactly 1 hour and 8 minutes to type. Type and type and type and type.
I am gonna call it the Monday Behind. Because it makes me laugh. My sweet JC said that he will hold and tend so that I can do this. It is the perfect place and time.
My friend IRL suggested it be called musical meanderings or Monday meanderings. I think those are cute too. My other friend IRL asked if it was cathartic. Once I figured out the definition of the word, I realized it is. I am sure I use to know what that word means, but it threw me for a loop because it sounded so jazzy. It was also somewhat exciting because I was being talked to like a grown-up. Woo hoo!
JC just got back from the 7-11. He went to get money to pay for #1's AYO shirt. He came back with a box of Reese's Peanut Butter Cup cookies. They are SO SO SO good. When I questioned him about his purchase, he said he had to buy them because he had to break the $20. And now we know why I can't seem to lose any weight. For those of you in love with a little peanut butter and chocolate, you'll be glad to know that they taste just like Peanut Butter Patty Girl Scout Cookies. Yum yum yum.
As I mentioned last week, I haven't been getting on Facebook much lately. Imagine my surprise when I logged on last week and found that my friend Wendy had posted an old photo of us from our senior prom. I stared and stared and stared at the photo. I haven't seen it in a long time. Wow. We were so young. It was such a fun time in life. My hair looked nice. I was pretty well put together. My skin looked great. It was so many years ago. Seeing that photo has inspired me to try and work on my appearance a bit more. I have been trying hard to shower each morning. (Don't laugh.) I've bought a couple of new tops because I've been wearing the same old stained up t-shirts for the last 12 years. I really want to buy a pair of shoes, but I'm just not to that place just yet. I want to buy some. I mean REALLY REALLY want to buy some. But I just can't spend the money, cause what if I don't like them? We have so many other things that I need to spend the money on - you know, like Sonic cokes.
And by the way, the kids and JC have finished off all 17 cookies. He took that packaging to the trash and set the last cookie by my hand. See what I mean?
Another thing we have been doing on facebook is playing Mafia Wars and Bejeweled. That is pretty much the only reason to long on anymore. JC gave me my mafia name. I'm Kit Kat Cargoletti. Pretty cool, huh?
I was driving down the road today thinking about our life. I love my husband. I really love him. I like him too. I was thinking today about how we constantly talk about the kids. Constantly. I am glad. I love sharing parenting with him. I can't imagine not having a partner to go through this with. I also wonder what we talked about before the kids. Although it isn't completely fair for me to paint a picture that the kids are all we talk about. Just this weekend we were talking about the problems with North Korea, Time Warner trying to charge people for too much time on the internet (or something like that), about the recent rash of people with guns killing other people and some other things that I just can't think of right now.
In the last 7 days we have done quite a bit of parenting. #1 has been attending admission meetings for the Kealing Magnet program. He got accepted into Kealing for 7th and 8th grade. JC has mostly been helping him with it because it causes me a bit of stress. I wish I had the list of class options with me because I know you all would be as shocked as me to find out what this 12 year old will be learning next year. And then when they start talking about college bound kids and all of the classes that he needs to be taking in the next two years, I start to feel a little bit of throw-up in my mouth. We've also been learning how to cope with #1 wanting more freedom and I am learning how to adjust to the idea that he is becoming a teenager. Again with the throw up in my mouth.
#2 was back on the soccer playing field this week and I think her knee is just about all healed up. She and I had some growing time this weekend. She has been asking to get a hair style for quite sometime. I always say no. I love her long blonde hair. Plus she has those cowlicks in the front and I have been so afraid that she would get a 'style' and then be upset with how it looks. Well, I took her for the cut yesterday and it is all good. She looks so pretty. She got some long sweeping bangs and the back of her hair is about shoulder length now. She was really excited about it. We even styled it before she went to school this morning. This Friday night will be her birthday slumber party (come on over KMc). It is a Twilight party which has been another parenting nightmare. Her two closest friends are not allowed to see the movie or read the books. I haven't done either, but JC read the books with #1 and #2 and took them to see the movie at the theatre. I am proud of her for not changing her mind about her party and I am also proud of me for standing beside her and what she wants instead of kowtowing to the other parents. We will, however, be having a second party in the next couple of weeks so that she can celebrate with the 2 friends that couldn't come this weekend.
OMG...I am dying. AYO is over. It is 7:03pm. I'm not done. It isn't fair. I've still got things to say. What bummer.
Back to reality.
I am gonna call it the Monday Behind. Because it makes me laugh. My sweet JC said that he will hold and tend so that I can do this. It is the perfect place and time.
My friend IRL suggested it be called musical meanderings or Monday meanderings. I think those are cute too. My other friend IRL asked if it was cathartic. Once I figured out the definition of the word, I realized it is. I am sure I use to know what that word means, but it threw me for a loop because it sounded so jazzy. It was also somewhat exciting because I was being talked to like a grown-up. Woo hoo!
JC just got back from the 7-11. He went to get money to pay for #1's AYO shirt. He came back with a box of Reese's Peanut Butter Cup cookies. They are SO SO SO good. When I questioned him about his purchase, he said he had to buy them because he had to break the $20. And now we know why I can't seem to lose any weight. For those of you in love with a little peanut butter and chocolate, you'll be glad to know that they taste just like Peanut Butter Patty Girl Scout Cookies. Yum yum yum.
As I mentioned last week, I haven't been getting on Facebook much lately. Imagine my surprise when I logged on last week and found that my friend Wendy had posted an old photo of us from our senior prom. I stared and stared and stared at the photo. I haven't seen it in a long time. Wow. We were so young. It was such a fun time in life. My hair looked nice. I was pretty well put together. My skin looked great. It was so many years ago. Seeing that photo has inspired me to try and work on my appearance a bit more. I have been trying hard to shower each morning. (Don't laugh.) I've bought a couple of new tops because I've been wearing the same old stained up t-shirts for the last 12 years. I really want to buy a pair of shoes, but I'm just not to that place just yet. I want to buy some. I mean REALLY REALLY want to buy some. But I just can't spend the money, cause what if I don't like them? We have so many other things that I need to spend the money on - you know, like Sonic cokes.
And by the way, the kids and JC have finished off all 17 cookies. He took that packaging to the trash and set the last cookie by my hand. See what I mean?
Another thing we have been doing on facebook is playing Mafia Wars and Bejeweled. That is pretty much the only reason to long on anymore. JC gave me my mafia name. I'm Kit Kat Cargoletti. Pretty cool, huh?
I was driving down the road today thinking about our life. I love my husband. I really love him. I like him too. I was thinking today about how we constantly talk about the kids. Constantly. I am glad. I love sharing parenting with him. I can't imagine not having a partner to go through this with. I also wonder what we talked about before the kids. Although it isn't completely fair for me to paint a picture that the kids are all we talk about. Just this weekend we were talking about the problems with North Korea, Time Warner trying to charge people for too much time on the internet (or something like that), about the recent rash of people with guns killing other people and some other things that I just can't think of right now.
In the last 7 days we have done quite a bit of parenting. #1 has been attending admission meetings for the Kealing Magnet program. He got accepted into Kealing for 7th and 8th grade. JC has mostly been helping him with it because it causes me a bit of stress. I wish I had the list of class options with me because I know you all would be as shocked as me to find out what this 12 year old will be learning next year. And then when they start talking about college bound kids and all of the classes that he needs to be taking in the next two years, I start to feel a little bit of throw-up in my mouth. We've also been learning how to cope with #1 wanting more freedom and I am learning how to adjust to the idea that he is becoming a teenager. Again with the throw up in my mouth.
#2 was back on the soccer playing field this week and I think her knee is just about all healed up. She and I had some growing time this weekend. She has been asking to get a hair style for quite sometime. I always say no. I love her long blonde hair. Plus she has those cowlicks in the front and I have been so afraid that she would get a 'style' and then be upset with how it looks. Well, I took her for the cut yesterday and it is all good. She looks so pretty. She got some long sweeping bangs and the back of her hair is about shoulder length now. She was really excited about it. We even styled it before she went to school this morning. This Friday night will be her birthday slumber party (come on over KMc). It is a Twilight party which has been another parenting nightmare. Her two closest friends are not allowed to see the movie or read the books. I haven't done either, but JC read the books with #1 and #2 and took them to see the movie at the theatre. I am proud of her for not changing her mind about her party and I am also proud of me for standing beside her and what she wants instead of kowtowing to the other parents. We will, however, be having a second party in the next couple of weeks so that she can celebrate with the 2 friends that couldn't come this weekend.
OMG...I am dying. AYO is over. It is 7:03pm. I'm not done. It isn't fair. I've still got things to say. What bummer.
Back to reality.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Jokesters
April fool's day was once again successful at our house. Here's a short list of the foolery.
* #2 told me she need to talk to me in private. We go outside and she goes into this big long thing about her and the BFF fighting on the playground and how she was SO SO SO upset. My blood is boiling because my sweet angel has been treated so poorly. I once again have NO IDEA how I will help my pre-teen sweet daughter through this injustice.
We are interrupted by #1 who comes outside and says I need to see something. He's being VERY serious. He takes me to the kitchen and shows me my favorite place in the house. There are pictures on the ground, pictures knocked over and he says that the stained glass that I have on the window is broken on the ground behind the cabinet. He apologizes a million times telling me he is so so so sorry. The soccer ball hit the window and knocked the stained glass down and it knocked down all of the stuff on the cabinet. I almost start crying. The stained glass was a gift from a friend when #4 was born. I LOVE all of the stuff on this cabinet. How could he be so disrespectful???
I am getting good and upset and #2 walks in and they say in perfect harmony "APRIL FOOLS!" They planned the whole thing. OMG. I had to go outside. I was punked by my 11 and 12 year old.
Don't feel bad for me though - they have always grown up knowing not to mess with the master.
* #1 tricked all of the kids by 'pocketing' their bed sheets. Basically they tried to get under the covers but they were folded so their legs/feet couldn't go in.
* We put green food coloring on JC's portion of pot roast. It turned his mouth green and his teeth have a lovely green tint.
* The kids soaked two bath towels and put some clean water on the bathroom floor and told JC that the toilet over flowed. ha ha - I thought that was pretty funny.
* JC acted like he was really really mad at #1 for something, but it was all a joke. Can't think of what it was now though.
* I put lemon juice on all of the toothbrushes. That should be a tasty surprise in the morning.
And for the perfect ending to a perfect day, I was mooned by my family. Oh the memories.
P.S. I realize that the mooning could fall into the TMI category - but it sure did make my heart feel warm and fuzzy tonight. There is nothing better than a family mooning. I love my family.
* #2 told me she need to talk to me in private. We go outside and she goes into this big long thing about her and the BFF fighting on the playground and how she was SO SO SO upset. My blood is boiling because my sweet angel has been treated so poorly. I once again have NO IDEA how I will help my pre-teen sweet daughter through this injustice.
We are interrupted by #1 who comes outside and says I need to see something. He's being VERY serious. He takes me to the kitchen and shows me my favorite place in the house. There are pictures on the ground, pictures knocked over and he says that the stained glass that I have on the window is broken on the ground behind the cabinet. He apologizes a million times telling me he is so so so sorry. The soccer ball hit the window and knocked the stained glass down and it knocked down all of the stuff on the cabinet. I almost start crying. The stained glass was a gift from a friend when #4 was born. I LOVE all of the stuff on this cabinet. How could he be so disrespectful???
I am getting good and upset and #2 walks in and they say in perfect harmony "APRIL FOOLS!" They planned the whole thing. OMG. I had to go outside. I was punked by my 11 and 12 year old.
Don't feel bad for me though - they have always grown up knowing not to mess with the master.
* #1 tricked all of the kids by 'pocketing' their bed sheets. Basically they tried to get under the covers but they were folded so their legs/feet couldn't go in.
* We put green food coloring on JC's portion of pot roast. It turned his mouth green and his teeth have a lovely green tint.
* The kids soaked two bath towels and put some clean water on the bathroom floor and told JC that the toilet over flowed. ha ha - I thought that was pretty funny.
* JC acted like he was really really mad at #1 for something, but it was all a joke. Can't think of what it was now though.
* I put lemon juice on all of the toothbrushes. That should be a tasty surprise in the morning.
And for the perfect ending to a perfect day, I was mooned by my family. Oh the memories.
P.S. I realize that the mooning could fall into the TMI category - but it sure did make my heart feel warm and fuzzy tonight. There is nothing better than a family mooning. I love my family.
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