Sunday, May 17, 2015

maybe i should blog today

I'm trying to find a way to blog more often, but to do it requires I give up other things... and I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to give up those other things.

Namely: The half hour of Netflix, followed by the half hour (ish) of reading immediately before I shut my eyes on the night and call the day done. I am excessively fond of a show and some reading before bed. Truthfully, my brain isn't good for much else. It's tired at the end of the day too.

But today, right now, Little Man is sleeping and Pirate is singing and talking to himself in his bedroom. Hubs is reading some article or other and the puppy is sleeping. Of course there are a few chores I need to accomplish, but for now I think it'll be okay if I steal away some time to -if nothing else- let the world (or the two people left who read this blog) know that I am still alive.

Not thriving, but alive.

And approximately one step ahead of what needs to be done, so I guess I'm doing okay.

A friend of mine came over last night, saw my kitchen, saw my face, and refused to take no for an answer as she did my dishes and cleaned my stove-top. Wonderful woman!

In other news...

Summer begins this week as far as school is concerned. Which makes me nervous. I think I'll be hitting Pinterest up for ideas here very soon and hoping that it doesn't fail me -like it usually does when it comes to crafty things.


While I blather on, I realize -I *could* be napping.

I think I'm going to head to my bed and see what happens. If I can manage a half hour before Little Man wakes up...

Tuesday, May 5, 2015


Life is rolling forward. Fast. It's MAY. I think it's been more than a month since I've written, and I feel bad about that. So many moments slipped away unrecorded and therefore unremembered.

My favorite things right now: Baby still had only four teeth and his grins are just too cute. Sometimes he laughs, and that is the best. Well. My absolute favorite is when he's getting a little tired and he comes and finds me, and when I pick him up her sticks his thumb in his mouth and lays his head on my shoulder, curling his opposite arm around my neck. If he can, he plays with my hair. It's so sweet.

He's climbing on everything and into everything and I pulled him off a shelf in the pantry today. He likes to help himself to the applesauce cups. He punches holes in the top with his teeth and then sucks the applesauce out. He thinks he's so cool.

A few weeks ago, I heard a noise coming from the pantry, so I opened the door to find him on the floor, the tub of animal crackers between his legs, and about five in each fist and his cheeks bulging. He gave me this startled look followed by his best smile ever.

Pirate, in the meantime, is doing well. Still feeling a pinch of jealousy I think. I get WAY more "look at me, mom!" and "I need some mom-time." than normal, and it's exhausting. But, he's doing well in school. He's reading three letter, short a words -and super proud of himself for it.

We started swim lessons as well. Poor kid. He's near a full panic in the water. We'll need help getting though this, as in: pray for him and me please and thank you.

Hubs had surgery last week. He cannot move his left arm, he's not supposed to lift anything and he cannot drive -so things have been interesting lately. It's a little (maybe a lot) like having an extra kid all the sudden. But at least a potty-trained one that can wipe himself and (mostly) feed himself, etc.

(As a side note: As SOON as Pirate can put his undies on without needing to sit on my bathroom floor, he's learning to wipe himself because seriously. It's time.)

And just to add to this FUN HOUSE we just bought a puppy.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

easter & spring no break

Our Easter was wonderful. Peaceful. Relaxing.

Our good friends and neighbors were without their family this year for the holiday, and knowing we were too, they invited us over for an Easter dinner. It was lovely spending time with such a great family. Their kids and our kids get along exceptionally well and we both share a more "hands-off" philosophy when it comes to the children working out their differences.

It was a gorgeous day, warm and sunny, and after dinner we migrated outside and watched the children hunt eggs, run and play while we lounged in chairs and visited with each other. We watched our Little Guy taste watermelon for the first time, he's a big fan.

Wait. I think I might be painting the picture a little too nicely. We did do some lounging in chairs, in intervals -short intervals. Mostly one of us was having to chase Little Guy and pull rocks and sticks out of his mouth. At one point C and I handed the babies off to the husbands so we could clean up the kitchen and dish desert. Within three minutes we were mysteriously both holding babies and having to accomplish said chores one handedly.

To be fair to the husbands, there had been a messy mishap outside that did require attention...

It was a gorgeous day though.

And it kicked off our first Spring No Break. It's been a bit touch and go. We've cleaned rooms, washed all the windows, entertained friends, built train tracks, block castles, assembled puzzles, played games, read books, painted and then painted some more... Today I broke down, ordered pizza and plugged in Finding Nemo. We've moved onto Cars and for the first time all week, I'm having a minute to write.

Little Guy is over in the corner squatting and grunting, so it looks like I've got another diaper to change.

Best get to it.

Thursday, March 19, 2015


Sunday was a bit eventful.

I was supposed to finally give that talk that's been hanging over my head for a month. Hubs woke up sick, so I took Pirate with me and felt my anxiety rise by slow degrees as I drove to church. By the time we entered the chapel I was a nauseous, shaking wreck. AND... I tried to talk myself through it, and I tried to refocus, regroup, praying -praying... but you know, it seems those attacks start and end on their own... So instead of standing up to give my talk, I stood up and walked out, and drove the Pirate and myself home.

They knew I wasn't going to do it because I was sitting next to my friend who is the chorister and she let them know it wasn't going to happen a few minutes in advance. I felt bad, I still feel bad, and I'm really shaken this week about why and how anxiety has re-entered my life because I'd rid myself of it for a long, long time.

Sunday was also the day that my Little Man gave up on crawling. He now toddles everywhere he goes. He's a little wobbly still. He falls often, but stands back up and keeps going. Such a great example of the attitude I need to have about life. Try, try again.

Like with this talk.


Back to Little Man though. I love the his little personality. He's curious and into everything. He likes to be part of the party, but not the center of attention (which works out, since Pirate pretty much demands the spotlight). He likes to tease and my newest favorite thing -when he has something he knows I'm about to take away from him, he tries hiding it behind his back. It's so funny!

In other news:

The weather is warming up! Hubs texted me a couple weeks ago:

Just saw the first robin of spring! Thought you'd like to know.

My heart swelled. He knows me so well. Spring isn't on her way, she's here! There are green shoots in my flower bed, the snow is gone, and on Monday we enjoyed our first family dinner picnic style. We've resumed our afternoon family walks/ bike /stroller rides, but still hit and miss style since one day will be warm and the next not so much.

On the to do list today is laundry and dishes and it's time to sort clothes. These boys are both growing like crazy. A couple weeks ago there were two days when Pirate came home from school, ate a tiny snack, and then fell asleep for the rest of the night! I was thinking I needed to test his blood or take him to a doctor when he did it a second time, but I held off feeling like it might just be part of a growth spurt and sure enough, a week later all of his pants are about an inch or two short, and his snow boots are just a bit too tight.

So, anyway, time to sort clothes. That's the big project of my day.

I'm beginning to truly see the beauty of monotony.

Monday, February 23, 2015

it's a quiet night

Everyone else is in bed. As they should be. It's 10:00. But I'm up waiting on sheets to dry because I forgot about them in the strains of the day. I do have two other sets of bed sheets I could use, but they've been used as forts and oceans and parachutes and robes and any number of things to Pirate's imagination in the last couple weeks. They're likely covered in dog hair and snot and who knows what else.

It's been a rough go in our house as far as keeping kids entertained. We've been passing around a cold that is bad enough that politeness requires us to keep away from others, but not bad enough to slow us down much. So I have a four year old who has missed FAR too many days of school, who is restless and bored. It's a bad situation.

In the mean time, Little Man is nearly walking! It's adorable to watch. He stands and claps for himself, takes a few steps, falls, claps for himself, and tries again.

On that note... I think I'll check out what Netflix has to offer while I finish waiting. My brain is tired.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

a quiet sunday afternoon

Church was canceled, again, thanks to extra wintery weather. I would have been more upset by this if I wasn't an assigned speaker today. It would be better if I got out of speaking entirely, but as it sits they said to just plan on speaking next week instead. Oh the joy.

In other news, Pirate can now completely get himself dressed for playing in the snow. Snow pants, coat, hat, gloves, everything on his own without tears and without help. It's kind of a big day. I think I might celebrate with some chocolate as soon as I manage to pry myself from this chair.

Pirate is outside with the dog, playing in the massive amounts of snow in our backyard. He's been playing outside a lot lately since the dog will play outside with him. Little Guy is watching through our sliding glass door, pounding on the panes and whining a bit. I know he wants to be out there but it is quite cold and I don't have anything warm enough to dress him in, so he has to console himself by digging though the toy bins (located in front of the window) and empty them by tossing one toy at a time. I have a mess of toys to clean later, but he's happy for the moment so we'll roll with it.

The washer is humming.

I've got three projects beckoning.

There is nothing exceptionally noteworthy in this day or even this week. Yesterday, Valentine's Day, we were more or less snowed in. The winds made visibility low, so we lounged around in pajamas watching Netflix for most of the day.


I need to stand and stretch and while I have a minute of no-demands address the out-of-control laundry situation going on in my bedroom. If cleanliness in next to godliness I am in some serious trouble.