What to do with a day off???

I have recently started preschool for my four-year-old. It's wonderful! I trade with another mom. We teach twice a week at our home and then trade the next week. The BEST part of the deal is on the second day of preschool we also invite the younger (two-year-old) brothers. This means that once, every other week, I get two hours ALL TO MYSELF. The only problem is picking what to do with these coveted two hours!!!

I have lots of hobbies and projects that have been on the back burner for... how ever many years it's been since I have had more than one baby... All these things sound like so much fun to me... but which to choose and where to start? And in the end, I usually have spent my "day off" just wandering around wondering what wonderful thing I should do.

I told my husband this morning about my "day off" and asked in awe: What should I do?

Ben was in the room listening to our conversation. He said, "Mom, when do I get a day off?"

Peaceful Serenade

"Peaceful serenade" might not be the first thing the neighbors are thinking right now... but I am being serenaded and things are peaceful (as my two boys are well entertained). When was the last time you let your inner musical genius loose on a set of pot and pan drums?

Best fun of the morning!

I thought you DID something?

After coaching the other two soccer teams my kids are on, I was finishing up the third team's practice with a scrimmage. As I evaluated and shouted out encouragement from the side, I was talking with the other team's coach. He asked how long we'd lived here and what I did for a living. My answer: I'm a mom. (It's short, sweet, and all inclusive).

He paused for a moment and replied a little awkwardly "Oh, I thought you DID something."

I wasn't sure weather to fall down laughing or punch the guy. Fortunately, practice number three had just ended, dinner had to be made, kids needed help with homework, bath time, bed time, the house needed to be cleaned, laundry done, a lesson prepared, dishes to wash, passports to check, preschool to prep for, calls to make... just for starters. Maybe I should think about a job where I actually DID something. Hah!

My Shrinking Intellect

My family was parading toward the church a little late (do I have to say- as usual). As we hustled across the parking lot, the strap of my shoe slipped off. I asked for a "halt march" so I could fix my shoe.

Madi said, "Maybe your foot is shrinking." To which I smiled at my husband and said, "Nothing om me seems to be shrinking... except perhaps my intellect." Ben piped up, "Is your intellect the thing that holds your shoe on?"

Yes, that must be it.

One slice missing

A wise woman (my mother) once said:"When was the last time you looked at the refrigerator while sitting on the floor in front of it? "

Any of you who know my mother know how amazing she is... and those of you who don't are spared the jealousy of wishing she was your mom. She has always emphasized that we should look at the world through children's eyes on a regular basis. The fridge for instance looks HUGE and full of delicious and interesting things. Which explains my son's fascination for climbing on and "breaking in" all the time. Taking a look at the daddy in your home from their level makes you understand how they can get lost in a sea of legs and hug the wrong set of suit pants at church.

Well today the boys and I were making a cake... for company of course. I left the cake to cool on the counter like an idiot! I came in to find the inevitable: one whole side had been grabbed by the handful and stuffed into someones little mouth. (AGAIN... I know I wrote about this once before and you'd have though I learned my lesson. I'm a slow learner). It wasn't hard to locate the crumb covered culprit. His innocent face couldn't hide the chipmunk cheeks full of cake.

It was for company after all and I began to get a little @#$%&-y... but that passed quickly as I thought of what my mom always talked about. I mean, honestly, what would I do if someone set an aromatic golden cake right at my nose level? DUH! So I frosted it anyway... Maybe I'll have to eat a really big piece to cover the crumbled part. It might give it that nice "one slice missing look."