Saturday, January 29, 2011
Boys in Motion 1
Thought I'd try this "link up" thing and submit my photo to http://homewiththeboys.net/ for their Boys In Motion giveaway. These, of course are only TWO of my boys in action. The others must be running around unsupervised, rock climbing, swinging from trees and other heart-stopping activities in the state forest we visited this last October. We had such a great time there. Next year we'll buy a season pass so these kids can get all that Boy Energy out on a regular basis!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Well this really socks!
Yesterday my time was filled with various home-maker tasks. Baking Snickerdoodles, vacuuming, washing dishes and the ever so dreadful SOCK MATCHING. Yes, it's a chore I do so adore (sorry about the rhyme!) At one point I had over 40 socks that were missing their mate-for-life. It's inevitable that one lonely stocking is left alone as the other is discarded for various reasons-- a hole in the heel or toe, wore out on the bottoms, held together by only a few threads (yes, my children keep on wearing them in this condition until I finally have to demand they put the sock to rest!).
But alas, I am stuck with only one sock of each type. And of course I cannot throw out the one sock. Maybe its mate is out there somewhere? Hiding beneath a child's bed, discarded on the bathroom floor, or even worse-- FALLEN BEHIND THE CLOTHES WASHER!!!
Is this a sickness I have? (Not being able to throw away single socks) Do I need help? Is there a 12-step program for people like me? Is there any hope? Will the Packers win over the Steelers? (had to throw that in there).
Yes, I believe there is hope. In the form of a craft. Yes, I said a craft. I ordered not one, but TWO books that address just such an issue.
I can't wait to make these adorable little guys! I have found my cure!
PS-- When you have one single sock laying in the middle of your living room floor, do you find everyone in your house ignores it and walks around it? Just curious if my household is the only one with this issue.
But alas, I am stuck with only one sock of each type. And of course I cannot throw out the one sock. Maybe its mate is out there somewhere? Hiding beneath a child's bed, discarded on the bathroom floor, or even worse-- FALLEN BEHIND THE CLOTHES WASHER!!!
Is this a sickness I have? (Not being able to throw away single socks) Do I need help? Is there a 12-step program for people like me? Is there any hope? Will the Packers win over the Steelers? (had to throw that in there).
Yes, I believe there is hope. In the form of a craft. Yes, I said a craft. I ordered not one, but TWO books that address just such an issue.
I can't wait to make these adorable little guys! I have found my cure!
PS-- When you have one single sock laying in the middle of your living room floor, do you find everyone in your house ignores it and walks around it? Just curious if my household is the only one with this issue.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Which Mother Are You?
I thought today would be just another day.
To my "surprise", I entered my children's room this morning to find they had not cleaned their room yesterday like I had asked. Oh wait, I think it may have been their version of clean. Which is clearly NOT my version of clean. So as the little angels were rubbing their tired eyes and having their morning stretch, I took a gander underneath their beds.
This is what I pulled out.
Wait...is that a box of Hamburger Helper, you say? Yes. Indeed it is. I think there is some elbow macaroni in that bag as well.
I feel like I am playing some twisted Where's Waldo game. Now see if you can find the granola bar wrappers? How about the Mario Fruit Snack wrappers? The Sponge Bob golf ball? How about the pencil labeled with a name?
And so this leads to my opening question... Which Mother Are YOU? The type of mother who gives a chuckle and thinks to herself I guess the joke was on me while dotingly cleaning up her sons' bedroom? Or are you the one with the fire under you butt thinking I can't wait until they get home from school so I can watch them clean up this pig stye! (And what exactly is a pig "stye"??) Perhaps some other thoughts come to your mind?
I won't tell you which mother I am. Those of you that know me, know exactly how I'll handle this one.
To my "surprise", I entered my children's room this morning to find they had not cleaned their room yesterday like I had asked. Oh wait, I think it may have been their version of clean. Which is clearly NOT my version of clean. So as the little angels were rubbing their tired eyes and having their morning stretch, I took a gander underneath their beds.
This is what I pulled out.
Wait...is that a box of Hamburger Helper, you say? Yes. Indeed it is. I think there is some elbow macaroni in that bag as well.
I feel like I am playing some twisted Where's Waldo game. Now see if you can find the granola bar wrappers? How about the Mario Fruit Snack wrappers? The Sponge Bob golf ball? How about the pencil labeled with a name?
And so this leads to my opening question... Which Mother Are YOU? The type of mother who gives a chuckle and thinks to herself I guess the joke was on me while dotingly cleaning up her sons' bedroom? Or are you the one with the fire under you butt thinking I can't wait until they get home from school so I can watch them clean up this pig stye! (And what exactly is a pig "stye"??) Perhaps some other thoughts come to your mind?
I won't tell you which mother I am. Those of you that know me, know exactly how I'll handle this one.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
My Science Experiment
This is a "Cutie". Umm, errr, or I should say this WAS a "Cutie". A Cutie is a small orange type citrus fruit. I bought a whole bag of them. I put them on display in a beautiful white ceramic bowl in our dining room. When my children wanted a snack I gladly recommended a Cutie to them, thinking I was being such a good mom by giving them a wholesome treat. Within minutes I heard "Gross!" And then "Mom, the orange is white... and green... it's green and white!" No one would touch it. Did I mention I have all boys? Uh huh, such manly and brave young things. Geesh, it's not going to bite! Is it??
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