Lazy Hag

Hazel's getting so good lately at sounding out words and figuring out how they are spelled. Apparently my name is a bit difficult, though. Before Nathan corrected her "hug and kiss" portion of this family portrait, it said "hag and kiss." Soooo- it looked a lot like my label said "Lazy hag." I see what you think of me, Hazel. Thanks.

help a brotha out...

I need as many suggestions as you can give me. I need to think of something creative to put in my kids' lunches that doesn't involve sandwiches or lunchables. I already thought of soup- I'm going to start that one as soon as it's under 100 degrees outside.
Any other ideas?!?!?!

There's a hair in my bed

Let me just sing my husband's praises for a minute here. I have the best husband. He is such a hard worker. He is beautiful. He is passionate and sensitive. He is the first person I want to tell everything to. Nobody can make me laugh like he does. He is patient beyond belief. He does more for me and the kids than most husbands I know. He is so above and beyond what I deserve!

That being said, sometimes I get sooo grossed out by him. Is this just me? Living with a man is so disgusting. I could list all kinds of things...don't get me started. But the worst is his curly hair. I LOVE my husband's thick, dark, curly hair. The problem is, finding little black curly hairs everywhere can be kind of disturbing. You never know if they came from his head...or other places. I pulled the sheets off our bed to wash them today, and there were HUNDREDS of little, black, curly hairs on his side...all pushed down to the foot of the bed. ?????

Am I the only one who has these issues?

Guilty Pleasures

In one short month, I will be here. I can hardly believe it. Nathan and I have never been....well...anywhere. I told him I am totally counting this as our first "out of the country" adventure together. It counts, okay?





I don't even know what to think. It totally hasn't sunk in. I have looked at the pictures and listened as Nathan tells me of volcano tours, and surf lessons,but all I am thinking about is cleaning the house, shopping trips to find the right kind of clothes, cleaning out my car, shopping for groceries, organizing all the kids' activities, and GUILT!!!!! I don't mean the regular kind of mom guilt. This is worse than I have ever felt. I can't believe we are leaving our kids for an entire week. They have never been away from both of us like this. We are leaving them with amazing friends who I know will treat them as their own, but it doesn't help my guilt even the tiniest bit. I get stomach pains thinking about it. My kids are pretty old. Are they going to remember this and resent me for it forever?! They both felt very betrayed when they found out we were taking such an awesome trip without them...



WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?



I should be jumping for joy! No 2 am wake-up calls from Hazel. No homework. No fighting traffic @ the school. No fights over who is touching who or who did something the fastest or who is going to sit where. No yelling, no headaches, no crying, no whining....



The problem is, this also means no sweet little kisses. No listening to Hazel rattle off the entire day's events in 2 minutes. No wrapping my arms around those warm little bodies and sneaking in a good bum squeeze whenever I want. No hearing Owen's overly mature insights. I won't get to see their excited little faces for a whole week.



Will they be okay?



Will I be okay?



I literally get choked up thinking about it. I guess skype will become my best friend.

sniffle sniffle

But seriously...can you believe this?! He's so giant! And he led the whole pack in the Cub Scout promise tonight. He is such a sweet boy.

PS- I was literally sewing his patches on while I drove him home from school today. And you thought TEXTING and driving was dangerous! This involved a needle.

Remember Me?

Nope- not the Rob Pattinson movie. I was just wondering if anyone even remembers who I am. You know how you forget someone's birthday so then you rush out and get a belated card, maybe you even write in it and address it, but you can't find a stamp so you set it on the kitchen counter and it quickly gets covered with mail and school papers and broken toys that need to be fixed (am I the only one who has this spot on my kitchen counter?).....so the card sits on your counter for 5 weeks before you find it again and then it just feels really awkward to send it because it's been so long and you can't decide which makes you look more flaky- sending the card this late or not sending one at all? Sorry, like everyone I know.

Anyway- I'm not going to make any kind of a commitment here, because my life is kind of all over the place, but I think I might try to blog every once in a while. Maybe.

Here are some first day of school pics to try to get back into the swing of things. Does it matter that we are already through a month of school? I don't personally think so. And since this is my blog, I guess my opinion is the only one that matters. :)

3rd GRADE?! When did he become such a giant?

And here's my little Kindergartner. She is also a little too big for my liking.

@ school

This was the most sniffly picture for me. Hazel getting in line to go in the classroom and taking a minute to straighten her nametag.

It's probably a good thing I'm doing this after the fact, so you don't have to hear me whine and complain about Hazel's stress. I guess I can count myself lucky that it only took three weeks for her to adjust to school. She is now a happy little Kindergartner that comes home with happy reports, and as her teacher told me "Oh, she doesn't cry anymore! In fact, I've even had to yell at her to be quiet a couple of times." Oh! Thanks! That warms my heart. Ha.