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Weeks are busy.  Moments easily missed.

Technology gets a bad rap sometimes, but I love that it reminds me to slow down enough to capture the little things.

And then I get to relive them here.  And I always smile.

Every. week.

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There are few things more gratifying in life than making fresh guacamole.

Okay, eating it when you’re done.

But still.  I love making it.

Abraham has finally gone off to meet the great fish in the sky.

I decided to clean his (murky, nasty) water in celebration of Owen’s party.

And I forgot to put the chlorine drops in.

Funny how he annoyed me, and then I was honestly kinda sad when I saw him floating there.  I didn’t cry, but you know, the lump was there.

And no.  I didn’t do it on purpose.  I’m heartless, but not that heartless.

And no.  We are NOT getting another fish.  I didn’t kill the guy on purpose, but that doesn’t mean I want another one.

The laundry.

It never friggin’ ends.

I thought I’d try to outsmart it by watching some TED talks from some of my favorite ladies.

Y’all those girls are smart.  And funny.

I HIGHLY recommend watching these.  HIGHLY.  Do it while you’re folding that pair of pj pants for the 3,975th time.

Glennon Melton, Brene Brown, Kristen Howerton.

Go.

Have I mentioned Henry’s playing basketball?

Yeah.

Through the local Boys and Girls Club.

And there are PRACTICES.  Because, you know, 6 year olds gotta train.

This is so not my gig.

And then there are games weekly.

Two practices a week and a game.

For real?

This is necessary?

The games are fun.  And by fun I mean I make the most of my time there.

But honestly…I kinda wish he just wanted to stay home and read.

Or at least stick to skateboarding.  We can do that as much (or as little) as we want.  On our time.  No schedules.  No three times a week business.  And certainly not smack during dinner time.

I know I’m her mama.

And I know all mamas think they have the most beautiful little girl in the world.

But really, you guys.

This kid slays us.  She is good for us.  We are a better family because of her.

This is Andy’s book, but I’m reading it too.

The statistics are downright terrifying.

And his job as a dad is so critical.  I’m glad he cares.  I’m glad he wants to take it seriously.

I’m glad he kinda hates reading so I can sneak the book first.

After Owen’s party, we took advantage of family being around to watch the Porkchop and took the Bigs to see Monsters University.

It was a late showing for kids (7:20), so we got them all cozy lozy in jamas and brought our Monsters with us.

Except then we somehow lost Mike.  And I kinda want to cry.

This is what happens when you take three little kids to a movie after they’ve had a busy day of birthday partying.

Jill fell apart when her dumb mom insisted they take a picture for posterity.

Lucy is basically a zombie.  All glassy eyed and in a daze.

And Henry…well, he looks the best out of the three, but he was barely hanging on.

Remember the Monsters University shoes that etnies sent me a couple of weeks ago?

Well, when I told them what sizes I needed, I said I needed a size 6 (for Jilly).

So, they sent me a size 6.  In big boys.

As in, I literally can wear them.

They were gracious enough to send me a new pair in 6T.

I’m obsessed with them.  Jill is too.  She wore them around the house right out of the box and screamed when we insisted she couldn’t wear them to bed.

See?  She even wore them to school the next day.

She has changed so much in just one school year.

Time sucks.

And then this girl.

Such a big girl.

She thinks she’s like 28.  But she’s not.  We have to remind her often.

And she has the best hair.  Best.

So yesterday, I wrote a post about migraines, and how my grandma says I’ve gotten headaches since I was little…

Henry had basketball practice, but couldn’t make it because his head was hurting.  I found him late afternoon napping.

I am so so so sad that my boy has inherited his mama’s head pounding.

So sad.

So I’m getting ready to go out to dinner last night…and I decide to wear my hair curly because it’s quicker…just spray some water in it, gel and scrunch.  Easy.

So I start spraying like crazy and after a bit I realize it smells…funny.

And there are bubbles in the bottle.

Because it’s SHOWER CLEANER.

All over my hair.

Naturally.

And no, I didn’t have time to wash my hair.  So I just went with it.

So far my hair isn’t orange or anything.  Fingers crossed.

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I'm a mom to four. A wife to one. I believe in story. I love telling you about mine and would love to hear yours. There's really no sense in wasting our suffering and not sharing in each other's joy. We're all in this together...even if it doesn't always feel like it.

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