Happy Friday. It feels like it’s been a long week. It always feels that way when my husband takes off a few days mid-week. I don’t know why, but I think it has something to do with feeling like it should be the weekend, but then everything goes back to normal and then the normal days feel that much longer. Does that make sense?
Last night, my sons’ school had a skating fundraiser. It was fun, though a little nerve wracking. First son face planted on the ice and came up bloody and crying. Thankfully, it looked a lot worse than it was (all I wanted was intact teeth), and today, with a split lip, red cheek, and sore eye, he just looks like he got in a fight. Second Son didn’t take any spills, but that’s because he chose to attempt all his daredevil maneuvers while holding on to those little metal things that beginners use (I have no idea what they are called).
Little Lady, on the other hand, what can I say? She rocks! Three and half years old and she strutted right onto the ice and skated, not independently, though not for lack of trying, but with one of those helpers. By the end of the night, she was skating as fast as the boys. She makes me proud (though nervous, we forgot to bring a helmet for her, so I had to stay hot on her tail). Here’s a picture, taken with my husband’s iPhone, notice my hand in the corner. I was having trouble keeping up.In fact, Little Lady was so gung-ho about skating, that as First Son sat on the side crying, bleeding profusely, afraid that meant she would have to go home, she looked at him and said, “Come on, you’re ok, you can skate.” So much for sympathy.
Of course, after all that skating and then, this morning, having gotten up before six, Little Lady’s not feeling so energetic. Today, she’s more like a bear.She’s also nursing (or shall I say over milking) her own skating injuries. Her socks were not nearly thick enough.
In other news, have you seen that pin on Pinterest that says something like, I see your pins and think we could be best friends? I feel like about this lady Jackie. She’s like my alter (pinning) ego. You think we would be friends in real life? I’d like to think we would be, but can you imagine if I met her and she was a jerk? What would that say about me? (Aren’t you happy that you’re in my head this morning?)
Little Lady is not the only one feeling lazy, today. Having worked out yesterday, for the first time in a week, and gone ice skating last night, I’m feeling rather bear-like myself, but my empty walls are beckoning me. I still haven’t decided what I want to do above the couch in the den, except that the old pictures had to go.I’m considering all sorts of combinations that involves moving pictures from one place to another. I don’t know why, but this seems like a monumental task. Did I ever mention that finishing is not my strong point? I’m pretty sure I have, but I have to fight the urge to stop because I can’t leave the living room looking like this anymore (I’ve been trying out it’s mate in the den).I also have a bunch of other little projects to finish, like touching up paint in the bathroom and kitchen, caulking, and finishing the repainting of the armoire (I’ll show you that next week), not to mention the never ending cleaning of the house. If I could just find some motivation, or get my morning coffee to kick in, I might just tackle some of these projects, today. Of course, what I really want to do is tile (and let someone else put the other rooms back together) but I don’t know if I’m up to learning how to use the tiny little wet saw that my husband bought. I think I should probably just stick to getting all the loose ends squared away. I cherish my fingers.
As far as the weekend, we have a busy Saturday, swim lessons, a birthday party, and TILING. Little Lady picked out a new bathing suit for swim. I don’t know why, but I have a deep opposition to character bathing suits. Pajamas? Ok, but something about Dora on a bathing suit makes my entire being scream, NO! Of course, Little Lady doesn’t care about my feelings and all but threw herself in a tizzy over this bathing suit. How could I deny her something she felt so passionately about? I couldn’t, hence this:She looks cute in it, but still, Dora? Ugh!
Anyway, despite all the busyness, I’m hoping to go to the flower show on Sunday. Snooze fest? Think again. Last year, was the first one I ever attended and I wasn’t disappointed. The artistry and beauty of the displays can be appreciated even by non-gardeners, such as myself. Little Lady went, too, and liked it. The boys opted out and probably will opt out again, this year, but that’s ok. These pictures are from last year, Little Lady was such a peanut.I hope I’m not wowing you too much with all my crappy iPhone pictures, today.
Speaking of gardening, I’m thinking of changing my status from non-gardener to gardener, especially after keeping the flowers on my deck blooming all last summer. With my new found confidence, I’m seriously toying with the idea of starting a container garden. Maybe something small, like an herb garden, and something a little bigger, like a tomato plant. Don’t laugh, baby steps.
And just to add a bit more randomness to this post, right now, I’m sitting next to Second Son at the breakfast table. This morning, he’s eaten five pancakes, one bowl of dry cereal, one glass of orange juice, four pieces of sugar toast, two glasses of water, and now he’s asking me for a
bowl of cereal with milk peanut butter pumpkin oatmeal. Can you take a look at how skinny this kid is? I wish I could give you the full view, which is him ready for Nerf battle in only his underwear and Uggs, but in the interest of modesty, I’ll spare you. We really do try to get him to dress, but what can I say, Second Son is his own man, I don’t know how else to put it.