Peaches cries out, Mommy! As though she has not spent the day within five feet of me at all times. I had just gone to the restroom, gone all of five seconds. But she is thrilled to see me.
Reading her favorite stories and eating cherry tomatoes, seeds and juice dripping down her chin.
Counting everything 6,7,8,10. Again and again.
Bouncing, bouncing everywhere. My little bunny Foo-Foo.
Bobba Is code for a drink of anything, and Cocoa means food.
Again and again.
She is sunshine.
It is late and we curl up in bed, she counts her toes and we sing the ABC song until her eyes start to close. Finally. Finally she is asleep and the exhaustion of having a two year old leech melts away. She is my drug, my tiny little human, my last, my baby.
I currently have one super sweet DSLR, one pretty awesome compact (camera), two cell phones with cameras and two kindles with cameras. Coincidentally I have no Easter pictures.
Last night was a train wreck of one needy child after another so that by 6:30 this AM, when the children wanted to see if the bunny had hopped on by, I garbled a short consent and fell back asleep. I am fairly certain Joff didn’t even move.
By the time I did crawl out of bed, Abby was laying on the couch staring at a round chocolate egg with glazed over eyes and a sick look to her face.
By lunch the rest of the children where asking for greens. Soups. A peanut butter sandwich. Anything but sweets. Chantelle actually handed me her basket at point and told me she couldn’t even look at it anymore. Tilly is three.
Based on the baskets friends and family posted pictures of on social media, I would have said we where down right stingy with the candy this year.
So all in all a raging success:)
Oh hey, it was 15 degrees last night, and snowing today. What the freak is up with that? James and Mandy better get that guest room ready, I need some sunshine! I want to go on a hike! I hate mud! Lets just skip the mud and cold and go straight to warm weather. And by warm weather I am asking for anything above 35.
(Wrote this on Easter and I didn’t even bother to publish. Sigh. I need help.)
We watched Mary Poppins for movie night. I have not seen that movie since Katie was a baby, way too long. I love Mary Poppins! Often on movie nights I go up to S&G’s, so I am not at home to enjoy a show and popcorn with my kids, I didn’t realize what I had been missing until Friday and Mary Poppins. I have the attention span of a…..squirrel, I rarely watch a full length movie and pretty much never watch a full show while not also doing something else. But Friday I snuggled up with my kids on the couch and we watched a magical movie together and it was awesome. Totally honest, kind of hard, I like to be doing stuff and find I pay better attention with pen and paper, or laundry or candy crush going on the side. But it was worth it.
I love to hear how they interpret what they have watched, to listen to them recite their favorite parts. I remember when we watched all the Harry Potter movies after reading the books, they tore the movies to shreds! And all those hours I spent reading Harry Potter out loud to my kids? Worth it! They paid attention, when watching the movies they remembered details in the books I had forgotten about!
I went to bed last night at 2:30 am thinking I would wake up bright and early, scour my kitchen from top to bottom, shower, finish washing ALL of the laundry and finish prepping for school. Along with all the other brilliant things I normally do. I think/believe I was a bit delirious last night. I even left myself a note with a motivational quote, a note I read at 8:30 am while sipping Pepsi out of a fancy tea cup and listening to the cat hiss at me because I really do need that shower, and get this, I have children who expect things from me. Like food and stuff.
I normally make breakfast-y foods like yummy lumpy oatmeal and wonderful cinnamon pancakes for breakfast, but I was feeling wealthy last night and went out and bought cereal and milk. Waking up and not having to cook breakfast is like winning the lottery in my world.
So I didn’t have to cook, that I was nice, but I do have two toddlers who like to have their tushes changed and then I need to kick the kids off the TV and send them out to get some healthy, wholesome sunshine, I send one out with a promise, you play for two hours, (No Whining!) you can play one computer game. I read to the older kids and put some bread on to rise. And now it is nearing lunch.
I really should go shower.
It often happens that I can say that over and over all day, and still not find a moment to shower. Granted I could be bathing instead of typing but the baby has taken up running away from home and she is really fast.
We are on vacation. From school.
The problem I sometimes have with schooling my kids is the expectations, the expectations that I am failing somewhere along the line. If a teacher fails to teach or a student fails to learn in public school, the parent is not the one the lynch mobs go straight for, when you homeschool and your kid hesitates when asked by a complete stranger in the parking lot of Walmart, who was the 22nd Vice President of the US or where is Bhutan located? Well, kid better preform or I, the teacher/parent, am in for the look of judgmental ire. I do not mind so much that my kind can’t recall who was the 22nd Vice Prezz, I mind that some busybody who really doesn’t know the answer to her/his question is calling my kid out in public.