Mother's Day

Yesterday was a great day. I think it started off with Friday. It was Father's and Son's, which means for me Mother and Daughter time. I look forward to it, because if given the choice Harley prefers her Dad. We went all out. We had a baptism for Kinz and then dinner, it was a lot of fun and we were glad to share in her baptism. Then it was off the Target, Harley, Kaylee, Jamison and me, we needed some movies and treats for the girls night. Harley needed new PJ's (like everything else, she's growing too fast). So I decided to let the girls get matching PJ's, Harley and Kaylee's favorite thing. It was hard, no impossible, to find some that came in all three girls sizes. Pretty soon we realized Jamison wanted a night gown, which Harley hates, so I told her to get what she wanted and so she found a princess night gown. Then it was off to the house to put the girls in my room with a movie and Brittani, Britany and I watched a movie in the living room and gabbed.

The next morning Harley and I went to get flowers and veggies at FHS's mother's day sale. We were starving so we went to breakfast afterwards. She was want to head to the mall and go to Claire's, a girls heaven according to her. Then it was back home to relax and organize her jewelry. I love the girl time together, so I consider that part of my mother's day treat.

On Sunday, I woke up to breakfast in bed. Harley made me pancakes, cinnamon toast and a hard boiled egg. It was great and she was so proud of herself, the best part. Then she gave me a necklace she had made herself, very cute. Noah gave me some flowers and painted a pot they go in, loved them. Then for dinner that night, P-Max made brisket. I was awesome. It was a good weekend and I love that I know how much my kids love me.

Slacker

I fell like a slacker. This last week has been crazy. I have a feeling that is how it will go until school ends. I couldn't really look back and tell you what happened. I do know that Friday was the school's fun run for MS. I tried to get a second runner for Harley or Noah so I could run at the pace of one and not fight two. Needless to say everything fell through, and needless to say it was miserable. The kids wanted to run/walk at different times. We had crying, because I am so loving and told them to breath through the cramps and it didn't work, but crying will. I couldn't figure out why it bugged me so, and then I came down with the stomach flu. Yuck!! The only good that comes with the stomach flu is you quickly lose weight, but alas it returns as soon as the appetite does and so it is all for nothing. I was hoping it was a short bug, but it lasted all weekend and I just stayed in bed and let Scott run the show. So today I had to play catch up on cleaning the house and do some grocery shopping. It was miserable, because I still don't feel well. I guess the other good thing that came of it was Harley missed her last soccer game, that they didn't cancel even though it had rained all night and all day. So we missed out on the mud fest, darn. Now I am killing time before I put the kids down. I might add, while I listen to Harley freaking out because she can't do a front flip on the tramp and is grunt/crying to get all the way around. She can't figure out why she can do it on the bed and not on the tramp. I told her to just forget it for the night and a further freak out, so whatever. Hopefully she doesn't break anything, I don't think I'd be to sympathetic tonight. Oh, Noah was playing crack the egg with Harley and Kaylee earlier and smack his nose. He came screaming out front that he broke it, and if any of you have heard him scream it is like a foreign language. I finally figured out what he was saying, checked his nose, it wasn't bleeding-bleeding, but there was blood on the inside. He couldn't hold the freak out back any longer and so as I checked the nose out I got a face full of spit and flying blood as he let loose. Just another day in the life. I know your jealous.

A day in the life

So here is a look at the end of my day, or start. The kids get home from school. Instant DRAMA (I know you can't believe it). Harley doesn't want to go to soccer, she has too much homework, a headache and I lost track. Noah plops down to veg out with a TV show (I think Ben 10). The kids stuff their faces with who knows what (that is why I have a snack drawer so I don't have to worry about it). Harley does some home work and is ready for a break. The fight for the computer begins, only Harley doesn't really want to play she just wants to fight. Noah would rather play DS or WII, but is grounded and play game to help him learn his multiplication. Then it is time for soccer (4:30-6:30). Harley get ready and wants to ride her bike. I say no (too much drama), she says her scooter then, yes I can deal. Scott get home as we are about to leave, so I ask Noah if he wants to stay. Sure. So I whisper to Har she can take her bike (soon you will see why). Noah hears Scott talk about it and now he's in for going with us, stink. We get ready and Noah sees his helmet is in his closet, yells at me for putting it there (I didn't). Harley can't find her helmet and Scott had put it in her closet also, he hate looking for them. We get heading out, late I might add. Noah immediately starts freaking out cuz Harley takes off, but she is good to wait before crossing the street. He can't handle it and is swerving all over the side walk and heads for the street. Finally he calms down cuz Har is waiting for us to cross the street. She takes off and is heading to practice. Another freak out, she might die!! The ask if they can ride in the street next to the side walk. Yes, if they stay close to the sidewalk. Noah begins to swerve into the road, now this would not be a problem if it were a quite street, but it is not. It is busy and pretty much everyone flies down the street. Finally we make it.

Time to head home, sorry long winded and badly written. I carry the bike up the stairs. Harley melts down because I took Noah's first and NEVER do anything first for her. I tell her to get there first next time then. We start heading home and Har take off. Noah can't function, he is steering the bike off the curb and almost runs me over. I stand back and let him fall. Then I tell him to worry about himself and he'll be better off (no dice). He finally gets going and takes off, mad at me and an emotional wreck. They cross the main intersection on and are 1/2 a block from the house. Apparently that gives them free rain to swerve all over the road (The worst place to do it with all the speeding cars). Luckily a car was watching them and went slow till they pulled their heads out off their butts. I am yelling like a manic and people are looking at me like I am crazy (which I already know I am). They get home and I have the 1/2 a block to cool down before talking with them. Or do I? I am about 2 houses away and her a blood curdling scream. Noah is flipping out and yelling some incomprehensible thing at Harley. I think he must be hurt, but then again it is Noah we are talking about, but maybe his finger got caught in a chain or a spoke, but then again it is Noah. I get there and he is lock out of the back yard. I loose it. I don't care what the neighbors think, I lay into the kids, spank them and send them inside. Then I rant and rave at them for a few minutes. Finally we all calm down and we have a good discussion. Scott on the other hand is praying to get a call to have to go into work. And there is a look into the craziness of me.

Easter

The kids had a great Easter. We don't like to have the Easter bunny come on Sunday, I think it takes away from Easter (you can think I'm weird, not long ago I would have). So he usually comes on Saturday. We knew it would be crazy on Saturday, so we called and arranged for him to come on Friday. The kids were so excited. Spoiled once again. This year the bunny went crazy. Being the good parent we are we just finally took the time to teach our kids how to ride without training wheels. As we did this we noticed the kids have way outgrown their bikes, so they really wanted new ones. At first they got their treats and were thrilled, but no bikes. As they began their egg hunt, they discovered bikes hiding in the kitchen and were beyond thrilled. Scott took them out riding while I clean the house a little later. We also colored eggs earlier in the week with cousins, a tradition and blast. Then Brittani was so good to throw together an egg hunt at her house on Sunday. It was a fun Easter.

More of my Randomness

I have some random thoughts and I'll get them out all at once. First, it is great to be working out again. I forgot how much better I feel. I started Monday and it is kicking my butt (note to self don't take three weeks off again). I realize that this needs to be a priority in my life and I don't need to feel guilty about it. Which leads me to two, it is crazy how working out can automatically help reshape your self image. I know I have a long way to go, but it instantly make me feel better about myself. I've accomplished a goal. Not only a goal, but one for me and a healthy one to boot. Third, I love having Mikael in town. I can call and wake her up, way before she wants to and make her come do retarded exercises with me that kick our butts and make us laugh the whole time (at me). I love having her home, but I love to see where life takes her. Even though there are quite a few years between us, even though it gets less every year (I've stopped ageing, I'm stuck at 24, thanks Chanel), we couldn't be closer. That was a mouthful and random. I will miss my exercise buddy that I can talk into ridiculous exercise routines, that will come over anytime I am in the mood to work out. And fourth, I miss the Saturday long runs with everyone. Crazy I know. I was by far the slowest and basically by myself the entire time, but it was so much fun. I have a wonder group of friends and family (which are friends) that push me, encourage me, and make me feel good about my meagre performance (as if I have made a spectacular feet), they also make me strive to be better in so many ways. Well on with my random life.

Noah's Baptism

Well we made it. Noah's Baptism was on Saturday and it went well. I am so proud of him. He is such a good boy. I know at times he is difficult, but who isn't. I also know that he just wants to do what is right and not make wrong choices, but the pressure he puts on himself can be overwhelming. Saturday was a great day. We woke up and got ready for the baptism. I made German Pancakes and fresh squeezed OJ for breakfast, a favorite of Noah's. Then we finished getting ready and headed to the church to set up. Brittani and Grant were wonderful to get the font going for us, so the morning ran much smoother. Everything was ready to go and ran great, the only thing I forgot was to copy a song off which we did really quick there. It was a great baptism. I was a cry baby, what can I say, I am so proud of my kids and it is hard to have another chapter close and yet so happy. I also thought that there was a wonderful spirit there, which doesn't help the water works. Scott gave Noah a blessing that was perfect for him. Afterwards we ate lunch at the church. The kids had a blast and I think Noah loved every minute of it. He is very guarded in his emotions, but I could tell that he felt good about his choice and touch by the spirit. I am so thankful for all the family that came and showed their love for him. It is a day he will never forget.

Feeling like a BUM

Okay I am feeling a bit, a lot, guilty for not doing a thing since the run. It has been three weeks and I worked out once. It is pathetic that I need some race to train for to get my self to work out. To make matters worse, it is making me feel worse about myself appearance wise (not hard to do). It has been crazy busy since the race, so I always have an excuse. My house is in shambles because our bathroom is tore apart right now, spur of the moment remodel before 8 people come to stay at our house and more then that coming into town this weekend. I also realized today that I have a serious problem, ok a lot of problems but a new one I realized. I can't seem to just pick my house up. I feel the need to scrub it when I pick up, so I have just let it go. It is pointless to scrub and scrub when the dust just keeps coming from the bathroom. So I hope that as I clean the rooms and shut the doors the dust will be minimal later and all I have to do is dust. Seriously, what is my problem?!? It is annoying, but unchangeable at this point, I'm too stressed about getting everything done for the weekend (so I will blog). Anyways, here is another wacky insight to the craziness that goes on in my head, an believe me this doesn't even scratch the surface. My poor family, well Scott had a choice there.