Thursday, June 26, 2008
We've also gotten the opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with each other. For example, the other day we were able to visit a wine store and get some other necessities along the way. We left all 7 kids with S, knowing that he is perfectly capable of handling the situation.
When I got home, I noticed that the house smelled like air freshener. In fact, it was quite strong. S met B and I in the kitchen and informed us that there had been a small "incident." No one was hurt so I was okay for the moment.
Last week, in an effort to help with the rapid consumption of laundry products, B purchased a large, gallon-sized container of fabric softener. It was sitting on the floor of the laundry room still in the bag awaiting the emptying of our current bottle. Someone, I'm not naming any names, left the laundry room door open. In the meantime, the boys, including S, were busy playing an attention-robbing video game and lost track of H. When S found him, he was in the middle of the laundry room floor, seated in a puddle of fabric softener. Somehow he got the top off (a twist-off top) and proceeded to empty the entire contents of the bottle. Y'all, that's a lot of fabric softener. There was approximately an inch of softener left in the bottle.
S did his best to clean up H and the laundry room. We've had to lift up the washer and dryer to clean out from under them. The floor has been mopped several times with several different cleaning solutions and is finally getting back to normal.
Oh, when S did the initial clean-up he used some dirty beach towels that were waiting to be washed. They came out of the dryer smelling really fresh and were really soft. H was no worse for the wear other than needing a bath and clean clothes. He didn't ingest any so there was no need for poison control. I'm guessing S found him pretty early in the dumping out of the fabric softener.
Where's the camera when you need it?
B and I got to relax and watch the kids from the sidelines until it got too hot and we then cooled off in the water. K and L spent most of their time swimming "under the bridge". We were all exhausted but had a fabulous time.
I am so grateful to have this time with family we rarely get to see. Our family is precious to us and we have really enjoyed the time spent together.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
- S and I were able to go to dinner with Sporty Mama and her husband sans children. It was a very relaxing and wonderful time spent with friends we don't get to see very often.
- we had college students over for lunch on Sunday. They're here on a summer missions trip.
- we celebrated my nephew's, W, birthday Sunday night. (Yes, that's two large meals at our house in one day. It was fun and exhausting all at the same time. We, at one point, had 15 people in our living room.)
- swimming lessons are over for the time being but the girls got some practice when we were able to go to a friend's pool on Saturday afternoon
I just realized that the list I gave you is the span of 24 hours. We've also gone to the gym almost every morning and we just returned from a day trip to a nearby town. Needless to say we are tired!
Friday, June 20, 2008
"Mama? My boo-boo hurts really bad again," L said, referring to the road rash she got falling down after swim lessons.
"It's looking a lot better than it did yesterday," I said, attempting distraction.
"But it hurts again. I think it's going to explode!"
Sometimes there's nothing to do but laugh. And I'm so thankful I have this blog to remember all the little L-isms she has provided.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
As for swim lessons, I have been so amazed at the girls' progress. The instructor was even impressed today. It's amazing what a little confidence will do. L was jumping off the side into the shallow end by the end of today's lesson and K was diving (DIVING!) off the side into the deep end and swimming to the ladder. Y'all, she didn't know how to swim until last Friday. She could go under water and hold her breath but had no clue how to swim. And now she's diving. I'm so, so proud.
And I'll leave you with a much-needed L-ism. Tonight, as I was putting on my pajamas in my bathroom, L barged in. "What are you doing, Mama?"
"Putting on my pajamas."
"What's that?" (pointing at my shirt)
"You know what that is. It's my shirt."
"Oh, I know. It's for hiding your boobies."
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
So I'll try to get pictures uploaded tonight. (Well, that's not entirely accurate. I'll do my best but, frankly, I'm worn out and have the head cold from you-know-where to boot.)
I hope y'all are having a good week!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
(As a brief aside, barbecue and cookouts are two different things. Barbecue refers to the method of slow cooking your meat over an indirect heat source, often utilizing some type of wood. Many will do this to their ribs and then finish them on the grill but the essential cooking process is smoking. Grilling chicken, burgers, and hot dogs is not barbecue. That is a cookout. Just FYI.)
Just before our food arrived, as is usually the case, K announced she needed to use the girls' room. So I take her. Now the signage giving direction to the restrooms is a little confusing. As you stand in front of said sign, the bathroom doors are on your right and left. Arrows point towards "Women" and "Men." That is clearly marked. What isn't clear is the direction in which the arrows point. The word "Women" is on the right side of the sign with an arrow pointing to the left and vice versa for the men. The letters are of equal height and the arrows basically point at the opposite word. Just trust me; it was confusing for someone who wasn't really paying close attention.
I believe you can see where I'm going with this. Yes, you guessed it, I walked into the men's room. With my little girl. When I saw the urinal I knew I was in the wrong place and immediately backtracked. K was quite confused as to why we weren't going to the bathroom but I didn't answer and just kept moving to the correct restroom. Blessedly no one was in the men's room so I didn't scare some poor soul and scar my daughter's eyes for life. That urinal is right at the front and we would have seen things we didn't want to see.
This brought flashbacks of my childhood when I did the exact same thing as a seven-year-old at a friend's birthday party. I'm just thankful no one noticed!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Of course, once I got the camera out, L wanted to be in the picture with H.I'm pretty sure they're going to be a bad combo in about 10 years. I just have a hunch.
(As a brief aside, at dinner H said "na-na" for banana and said "sees" for cheese when I told L to say "cheese!" for the camera. Oh, he's so talented!)
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Then L piped up and asked, "What is that hand for?" I'm thinking she's talking about something in the car or something related to the gas station. I, for the life of me, can not figure out what she's talking about. I said, "What hand are you talking about?" Again, she asked, "What is that hand for?" I'm still baffled as to what hand she is referring. It's one of those moments where you feel completely lost and would love to answer your child's questions but just can't. I don't like that feeling.
K, on the other hand, knew exactly what L was talking about. She said, "It means you're not supposed to walk across the street." That's when I looked up and realized that L was referring to the red hand on the crosswalk sign indicating it was not safe to cross the street.
I am so amazed that K, at five, knows what she knows. Some things are taught at school; many more things are taught at home. But there is so much that children just pick up on. When I asked where she learned that she said, "I don't know. I just knew it."
Edited to Add: After telling S this story, he informed me L asked the same question the other day. He answered her which is how K knew the answer when I was around. So much for thinking my child is brilliant. Well, I know she's brilliant, just not about this particular subject.