It’s Friday! Yay!
Link up your cell phone pics and tell us the story of your week. (I’m jeannettg on Insta if you’ d like to follow)
This week, I took a little webby break and went a bit radio silent.
I insta’d, but I haven’t blogged since Monday, nor was I on Facebook, nor did I really reply to emails.
It was mainly because I was really busy this week…so it wasn’t on purpose, but ya know what?
It was really NICE.
Last weekend, Uncle Marc came into town and surprised me with a new tea kettle. My kitchen is back to normal again. All is well with the world. Thanks, Marc!
Henry’s last skate camp session was last Saturday, and I got to take him solo. No baby strapped to my chest, no Lucy begging to leave, no Jill trying to climb out of her stroller. It was super nice to just get to watch him roll around. He even dropped in on the ramps for the first time! GOoOOOOOoooo Henry! (I even took a 9 second video of it…proud mama.)
The skate park is part of a skate shop, so naturally I found myself looking at the wall of Toms. I swore I would never buy Toms. I mean, I love their philanthropy, but the shoes are not cute. Not cute. Not cute….wait, maybe they’re kinda cute? Maybe they’re not so bad…and it’s cold…and my feet are chilly…and…ooooohhhhhh, are those ballet flat Toms????
I was soooo busy trying to do all the laundry and packing for a family of 6 to get out of town for a couple of days. I can’t wait until the kids are old enough that I can print a list and make them pack themselves…it’s SO much work. But moms know this.
Isn’t it shocking how much work we have to put in just to take a small vacation??? Crazytown.
Even still, we found some time for a mini Oreo break in the sunshine.
This boy…I don’t even know what to say.
Except maybe that y’all should start praying for me now.
And then he goes and does this.
Falls asleep on his mama, lips all squished, cheek smooshed, eyelashes to the moon and back…I’m so hosed you guys. So hosed.
Henry got a quick ride in Daddy’s company’s plane. It sounds so fancy until you see that it’s the size of a VW Bug. And that it’s older than most people’s cars. AND ITS ABOUT TO FLY HIGH UP INTO THE SKY WITH YOUR FIRSTBORN IN IT.
Anxiety. I couldn’t let myself think about it.
And the boy? Best. time. ever. Came off that janky plane talking a million miles a minute hardly able to contain himself.
We mamas pay handsomely in gray hairs for our children’s joy don’t we?
Later that night, Henry and I played Go Fish.
I realize that doesn’t sound like a big deal…but I cannot STAND playing games.
So this? This is BIG TIME.
Speaking of boys…the big ones…the ones we marry? They crack me up sometimes.
Andy sent me this photo from his little plane on the way home that night.
I had just sucked 6 gallons of all manner of green out of some kid’s nose, wiped at least two rear ends that weren’t my own, tucked in a curly haired drama queen at least three times, and couldn’t find my keys to save my life.
But I’m glad you had a nice view, dear.
But all the packing and laundry and shopping and packing and laundry were worth it.
Because we snuck away with two other families for a couple of days at Disneyland.
We each have four kids…so that’s 12 kids in our group! Fun!
We pack in meals and snacks for our kids so that we only have to buy food for me and Andy. It’s a great system because the kids are happier with that arrangement, and so is our wallet. But one night, we decided to go outside of the park and eat at a restaurant…theme park food is not super delicious, and it’s not super cheap either. But we had the kids’ food…it felt ultra weird to bust out sandwiches and crackers…but Andy and I ordered full meals and drinks…that’s okay, right?
This kid is the best.
Such a trooper. He hardly fusses and just kinda goes with the flow.
And passes out HARD at the end of the day.
I love these sweet times with my family.
And it was really fun to go with friends. Really fun.
I can’t wait to go back.