In the Midst of Preparations

I haven't had much time to write because I am in the midst of getting everything and everyone ready for a two and half week trip to the East Coast. On the itinerary for the trip is two weddings, a visit with my college roommate, a week with my sister and her kids, two weeks in Oak Island to help oversee construction of my parent's new house, and two whole nights away from my kids.

Let's be honest, the one thing that is taking me the most time trying to figure out is what am I going to wear to all these events. Of course, I had to buy a new dress. Anyways, we are counting down the hours over here until we leave for the airport on Thursday morning.

Poop Mouth

Ok, I know the title of this post is TOTALLY inappropriate but it is the first thing that came to mind and I am sticking with it.

So Pearson was sick at the beginning of this week. Despite me thinking he has been a total wuss with this whole illness, he has been legitimately sick with a fever. On Tuesday, Pearson had to peel himself out of our bed to do the final 30 minutes of bed time - the kids were already bathed and in their PJ's, he just had to play and put them - because I had to go to a meeting for Mae's coop. Right before walking out the door, I walked into our bedroom to grab something. That was when I noticed the thermometer in our bed. Not the normal ear thermometer that I use to check the kids temperature but THE thermometer. I instantly started laughing and went into the kid's room. I held it up [laughing so hard] and asked Pearson if he had used it. He just looked at me and said something to the effect, "Don't even tell me that is the thermometer we have stuck up the kid's butts." All I could do was laugh in response.

Probably not the right response to give back to a sick man but it felt so good to laugh and laugh. This parenting thing requires the laughter, even at the expense of your spouse some times.

Every Thursday for a Year (Week 46)

That is sand all over his face. Looks like he enjoyed eating it.

Lunch Date

What seems like many moons ago, lunch dates involved sitting at a table with silverware and plates that I didn't have to clean, "adult," work conversation, a moment to recharge, and meals enjoyed leisurely. These days, they involve food throwing, half sentences, standing up, and a race to eat as fast as one possibly can.

On occasion, we are fortunate enough to share a meal with friends. And today, we got to share a meal with an extra special someone. My friend and old work colleague, Ashleigh, came to Seattle for a wedding. We were lucky that she had the whole afternoon free and decided to spend it with us, meaning she wanted to be a part of the food throwing - although this time involved a whole lot of sand.

Instead of a typical meal, we decided to hit Golden Gardens and enjoy Paseo sandwiches.

Happy Easter

Oh happy day!

The sun and beautiful weather came out to play on the holiest of all holy days, making for a truly spectacular weekend. Well that, and getting to spend the holiday with great friends, two Easter egg hunts, and eating loads of candy. Oh candy! The amount that Mae consumed was a first for us. She also discovered M&M's which she affectionately refers to as Lem&Lems.

Ready for church.

After church. You would think that we would have tried for a better backdrop or to get Whit to smile. Two out of three ain't bad.

Easter egg hunting.

Whit enjoying watching the big kids hunt for eggs.

Mae getting into the hunt.

Eating the goodies in the eggs.

Will much more interested in golf. Can you really blame him?

Pearson, Whit, and Dave.

Alyssa and I

Family Photo

Take 2.

And this is how the weekend ended. I opened the door to call Mae for dinner and this is what I found. Mae said to Pearson, "Are we relaxing Daddy?"

Why Do I Do It To Myself?

I have decided that I am going to stop sugar coating this parenting thing. I am in a surly mood today. Blame it on the weather. Blame it on my back killing me. Blame it on the fact that I haven't had a good night sleep in what feels like forever. Blame it on a 10 month year old who is, albeit the happiest kid alive, but is a moving monster. Blame it on a 2 and half year old who speaks in a whine. Blame it on anything, just blame something.

So here is my post about dying Easter Eggs with Mae and Whitaker. Well Whitaker didn't dye eggs he just sat and smiled contently. Awww he is so sweet.

Really?!?! Why do I think that holiday activities are going to be some magical moment that I have seen in movies, read about in books or on mommy blogs.

The funny thing is that you would think that I have learned by now that doing these "holiday activities" aren't magical or at least not yet. Involving a very precocious two and half year old in the dying of Easter Eggs is and was a recipe for a disaster. Don't be fooled by these pictures either. This was BEFORE. I had to put down my camera to catch vinegar and dye solution falling all over the floor.

Making memories over here one disaster after another.

Awww, sweetness.

What you don't see from this picture is me repeatedly telling her to stop touching the cups.

And again yelling.

Let the mess begin!

Everything was going well for about 5 minutes, maybe less.

Black dyed fingers from mixing all the colors together.

The finished product.

Every Thursday for a Year (Week 45)

Every Thursday for a Year (Week 44)