Saturdays

Almost every Saturday Geof tries to get the kids to help straighten the house. We are terrible at making them clean up each evening, so it is pretty out of hand by the weekend.

Seems like we've tried everything to persuade them to actually do any picking up. They inevitably waste more energy on flopping around acting inept than they would if they would just take things to their room!!

This morning Geof asked, "what would supernanny say to us?". I'm not sure, but I know it would have more to do with us than our kids!!

I think maybe my problem is that I just don't even want to listen to them groan and complain! I've tried teaching them how to break it down, and several other techniques, but to no avail. What to do, what to do. All input is welcome!

Out

Imagine my surprise when my parents, Abilenians for over 30 years, decided to move a mile away from me! It's a lot like winning the lottery, and that's not just to do with the money they're saving us on babysitting and tranquilizers, (for me, not the kids. Why would that even cross your mind? I might be slightly offended. But I digress.)

Altho, I'm out among the living tonight and doggonit if we can't find a restaurant with a reasonable wait. I must have been out of the loop longer than I thought! It's 7:15 for goodness sake! Don't people need to get home to bed? I don't know if I can make it through the DVD I (obviously ambitiously) rented! Land sakes! Okay so is that enough slang to demonstrate how old I am? Waaaay to old to be drinking caffeinated beverages at this hour. Gotta go, were being seated!

Wow

I got a little nostalgic for my childhood today.  I was kind of in a funk, except that's normal, so I don't know that I can really call it that.  So anyway, let the dog out, left the door open.  Smelling the fresh warm-ish air coming in made me happy.  So I left the housework (yet another day) and went to the garage to figure out what I could be productive about outside.  Hmmm, too windy for trying out my Windex Outdoor Window hose gadget that I've had since last spring.  But I decided that trimming some low limbs from our front trees with a dull saw would give me a great upper body workout.  And also I didn't have another saw.  Whatever.  Sooooo, then, I decided our totally overgrown front bushes would be a great hideout if I just trimmed some branches to hollow out the area between them and the house.  You know, the area I should be worried about child abductors hiding in in the middle of the night.

Well let me go ahead and decline the mother of the year award.  Because ALL there has been is weeping and gnashing of teeth.  Must be the close proximity of all three siblings?  The fresh air?  The opportunity for imagination to run wild for 3 hours in the beautiful spring day?  It could be so many wonderful things really.  I actually just told the little one that her choices were to go back outside or take a nap.  And here she sits.  Weeping.  And nashing her teeth.

Second of All

I worked too long on making this look personal, but I can not figure out how to make ALL the text the same color.  Oh well, maybe I'll sick Geof on it later.  It's so exciting.  I know you'll be dying to check back and see!

First of all

Yeah, how cute is that picture.  Okay, now that that's out of the way...I used to have a blog.  And now 2 years later when I look back at it, I really like the journaling element.  No, it's not up anymore, so don't try to find it.  Like I said, journaling element.  So recently Big Mama mentioned about how much of a lady-in-waiting she is to her daughter.  Those words resonated in my heart.  Because I try everyday to walk a fine line between making my little Her Majesty happy, and downright spoiling her and humiliating myself in the process.  So I decided to give it a go again.  But this time, I'm coming at it from a different angle.  (See sidebar.)   Because quite frankly, I need more than a tweet space in order to capture the things that this child, and her brothers, say and do!  It took me QUITE awhile to set this up, so hopefully my tiny plan will work out.  I don't know though.  Every time I pull out my iphone in the car at any time, all three of them recite their indoctrination from school "DON'T TEXT AND DRIVE!"  Don't worry.  I'm not.  Really.  Okay, maybe at stop lights.