Oh I love summer! After the craziness that is our school,sports, and lessons schedule... I LOVE the relaxing time to just chill with my family. I love that we can hang in our jammies all day if we want. Or go to the pool every day. I love that we can stay up a little later instead of having a strict bedtime. Most of all, I love just being with my children. I don't have to share them with teachers and we can do things together all day!
One of the best things we've done in summers past is make a list of things we want to do. One summer we did a huge list in one week. That was crazy-fun! This summer we are doing another Lazy man triathlon as as a family. Its hard-fun... but the kids really want to do it again. So LONG LIVE SUMMER!
Our little bit of heaven! True love + sweet peas = heaven on earth!
Friday, June 14, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
A Pat On The Back
We love the library summer reading program. The kids and I love books, the library, stories, snuggle time and all the fun that comes with reading. The only part I don't enjoy is the chaos that periodically rains in the children's section of the library. I usually go on quiet days that are not story times or craft times and I usually sign up early instead of going to the "kickoffs" to sign up. Well today was the summer reading kick off and it involved ice cream... so of course we went.
I was waiting in line to sign the kids up (like a sucker, wishing I had done it earlier on those quiet days). The mother of the children in front of me were announcing loudly to the librarian (who was trying to help the people in the front of the line) that they were already done with the first page of their reading log and ready for a report. (The reading challenge had just started this morning). The mom turned to me and asked if I was there to sign up because If I was, I should go ahead because her kids were "already done with the first page! And ready to give their report."
The little girl looked pleased, like she was waiting for an approving pat on the head. The mom had the same look on her face. I had a hard time not laughing out loud. On the child it was cute and appropriate, on the mother it was hilarious and slightly annoying. All I could safely say with out laughing was, "Wow" as I smiled at the child.
I was waiting in line to sign the kids up (like a sucker, wishing I had done it earlier on those quiet days). The mother of the children in front of me were announcing loudly to the librarian (who was trying to help the people in the front of the line) that they were already done with the first page of their reading log and ready for a report. (The reading challenge had just started this morning). The mom turned to me and asked if I was there to sign up because If I was, I should go ahead because her kids were "already done with the first page! And ready to give their report."
The little girl looked pleased, like she was waiting for an approving pat on the head. The mom had the same look on her face. I had a hard time not laughing out loud. On the child it was cute and appropriate, on the mother it was hilarious and slightly annoying. All I could safely say with out laughing was, "Wow" as I smiled at the child.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Why do we grow up
Things have been stressful for me to put it nicely. On Friday, I had a choice... I could either curl up in the fetal position and cry or do something crazy. So I went outside with my four-year-old, grabbed a little plastic toy with wheels, set it down on our sloping sidewalk, sat on it... and went careening down the hill. It was so much fun that by the second ride I was in fits of laughter with my little boy.
After my "stress therapy session" with my son and the side walk, I began to think... Do children have less stress than adults, or do they just handle it better? Why do so many of us "grow up" into boring adults? It's so easy to lose that sense of fun, silliness, and knowing when to stop and play. But I think those qualities are what keep us young, alive and enjoying life.
I had a friend tell me that every woman should have a pair of shoes that makes her feel sexy. Well, I think that every woman should have at least one skirt that twirls. Remember when you were four, and a skirt was only pretty if it twirled out really big when you'd spin. When was the last time you had a good twirl? Yesterday was mine. It started with great music and my husband spinning me around the kitchen and ended with me spinning all by myself... getting dizzy and laughing like a little girl.
It's proven that laughter is healing. So go do something silly, fun, and remember what it was like to be a child.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Soccer coach
I'm coaching soccer again. Two teams this time instead of 'crazy' three. I love it. I love being with my kids, sports, and helping kids in general. The season usually runs six weeks. And by the last week the kids (and the coach!!!!) are pretty much ready to be done. Well, this season the coordinators announced the season would be 12 weeks instead of the usual six... without consulting the volunteer coaches.
Oh this has been L-O-N-G! And I am so ready to be done! By the last couple weeks, the kids are so comfortable with me that some of the... um, not so well behaved kids, can be down right stinkers to me. We are also involved in two other sports. And on top of that, we are doing HUGE projects on our house.
So here's the rundown:
Oh this has been L-O-N-G! And I am so ready to be done! By the last couple weeks, the kids are so comfortable with me that some of the... um, not so well behaved kids, can be down right stinkers to me. We are also involved in two other sports. And on top of that, we are doing HUGE projects on our house.
So here's the rundown:
- Tired, whiny kids who want to be done with soccer (my own that I can discipline) - Check
- Sassy, naughty, patient-trying kids (on the soccer team that I can NOT spank) - Check
- Games and practices twice a night (of varying sports) , almost every night of the week - Check, check
- Dirty house because of huge projects - CHECK ... ug!
Oh the end is in sight... I just hope it comes soon!
Friday, May 10, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Movie recommendation
I am usually loath to recommend any show or movie because people's tastes and standards of entertainment differ so greatly... But today I'm making an exception.
My family just had a movie night. Popcorn, candy, grabbed a red box film and snuggled down. It was way fun!!! So the movie was called "Angel in the House." And it was darling! Great family movie with some fun actors and a sweet story. (For you Brits I think it's called "Foster." And by the way, I'm tickled pink that you've been stopping by. Be a good chap and leave us a comment now and again).
Hope you get a chance to check it out. Oh, I can't help it... I've got Britain on the brain.... Cheerio!
My family just had a movie night. Popcorn, candy, grabbed a red box film and snuggled down. It was way fun!!! So the movie was called "Angel in the House." And it was darling! Great family movie with some fun actors and a sweet story. (For you Brits I think it's called "Foster." And by the way, I'm tickled pink that you've been stopping by. Be a good chap and leave us a comment now and again).
Hope you get a chance to check it out. Oh, I can't help it... I've got Britain on the brain.... Cheerio!
Monday, April 29, 2013
Playing hooky
We are so busy with sports right now... it makes me appreciate the "boring" times of my life when the busy things in my day are cleaning house and taxiing kids.
The other day, the schedule dictated a grab-and-go dinner and cars headed to two practices at the same time. (Of course the other kiddos are dragged along helter-skelter). As I set out dinner we decided to relax and not worry about being a little late. Sitting down at the table as a family was so much nicer than the "eat as you can" at the park, that I had planned. Then the daddy and I made a decision. We were going to play hooky.
Instead of scattering for practices, we took our kids to a nearby school and had a family practice. The smallest of the small sat on a blanket or crawled toward any ball that was in sight. The other smalls played catch with the mommy or had batting practice with the daddy. Balls were flying and kids were scampering hither and yon... often running to third base instead of first in the confusion and glory of hitting the ball further than they thought they could. It was so much more fun than splitting up for practices! And my boys got more personal coaching attention than they would have at practice. (We encourage our children to fulfill commitments and to follow through with the activities they've sighed up for). But this was one of those... "family time is more important" moments. And it was great!
The other day, the schedule dictated a grab-and-go dinner and cars headed to two practices at the same time. (Of course the other kiddos are dragged along helter-skelter). As I set out dinner we decided to relax and not worry about being a little late. Sitting down at the table as a family was so much nicer than the "eat as you can" at the park, that I had planned. Then the daddy and I made a decision. We were going to play hooky.
Instead of scattering for practices, we took our kids to a nearby school and had a family practice. The smallest of the small sat on a blanket or crawled toward any ball that was in sight. The other smalls played catch with the mommy or had batting practice with the daddy. Balls were flying and kids were scampering hither and yon... often running to third base instead of first in the confusion and glory of hitting the ball further than they thought they could. It was so much more fun than splitting up for practices! And my boys got more personal coaching attention than they would have at practice. (We encourage our children to fulfill commitments and to follow through with the activities they've sighed up for). But this was one of those... "family time is more important" moments. And it was great!
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