Rub-a-Dub-Dub

My boys loooove the water. This is especially true for Gavin. This afternoon he decided he wanted a bath. Did I mention he had a bath yesterday morning, yesterday night and would of had one this morning if Gunner's doctor appointment wasn't at nine? He begged, he pleaded...and I wondered why I was holding out. Who cares if my son has a bath at 2 in the afternoon? So my boys, Jos had to join in the bubbly fun, are ensconced in frothy white bubbles whiling away the long afternoon.

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All pictures make Gunner look like Kit!

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I tried 3 photos-Big smile looked more like Kit (3%), no smile looked more like me (4%) and this one...crazy!

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Josiah's was funny, too-Big smile is more like me, no smile more like Kit (4%)-I think he smiles like me and my sisters.

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Divine Domestic Goddess

Today I woke up feeling like a Divine Domestic Goddess...actually I looked at the clock, noted it was 8:30 am and felt amazingly lazy and refreshed. It was raining and my house was dim and warm, which must have induced prolonged sleep on my children. Ahhhhh! It was wonderful. I prepared oatmeal, on the stove-no less, at the request of Gavin. After doing a few loads of laundry, Josiah had the fabulous idea to make caramel popcorn. Now, caramel popcorn makes me HAPPY and we can make it since Jesse (courtesy of my mom) gave us a air-popcorn maker for Christmas, so how could I refuse? I bundled up the kiddies, it is a cold 40 degrees with yucky cold rain, and off we trekked to Wal-Mart. It must be my family's favorite local since we're there almost daily. Anyway, off we went gathering ingredients for caramel popcorn and other necessities. I also picked up a bag of lentils (the star of the show later) and hurried back home. We set to work popping corn and mixing a yummy caramel sauce. See what a wonder I am? My boys devoured one bowl of it each...now they don't want anymore and I have a giganto bowl left. Who's gonna have to eat it? Me. I know I'm smiling, but inside I'm crying 'cause that is just pounds added to the caboose...and thighs...and tummy. I have vacuumed, done dishes 3 times, and here's the piece de resistance...I made Lentil Soup for dinner. And it was friggin' awesome!!! Yeah for me! Just crown me now the Domestic Goddess. Yes, I cooked dinner. And following another meal cooked Thursday and a tossed salad yesterday for a friend's birthday dinner. I am Divine! Truly though, it was really yummy. I got a recipe off of http://www.foodnetwork.com/ and tweaked it a little. Even Jos said it was "scrum-de-umptious"...although he took it back when I wouldn't make him a baked potato instead of seconds. Poor Kit, while he's living it up in DC tonight I'm home being divine. All my domestic wonder will be used up before he's home.

My beautifully clean dishes...one of three sets done today.


My attractive laundry...yes, I do it all on my own. Amazing, aren't I!



My "scrum-de-umptious" lentil soup! (Note the giganto bowl of caramel popcorn in the background)What my children were doing while I was toiling in the kitchen...

Bye-Bye Binkie!

Today the Binkies broke. Yes, ALL of them. Josiah and Gavin both couldn't understand how they could just break, but I told them when you get big enough, the binkies break and you're now a Big Boy. It broke Gav's heart. He sobbed, asked me to hold him, then cheered slightly when he told me we could go to the store to buy more. I told him again he was now a big boy and could pick a new big-boy cup out at Wal-mart, but no more binkies. He kept asking "How?" and "Why did the binkies break?" He even asked me to get him a screwdriver and a hammer so he could fix them. The 3 binkie stubs have been his constant companions today. Needless to say, it has been a long and rather emotional day. His cousin Ezra gave up the binkie last month, so Gavin wanted to call and have someone to commiserate with him. Ezra told him "I'm sorry. It's okay." Comforting words from someone who has shared the pain. If the abrupt demise of the binkies seems harsh to you, know it is hard on me, too. I don't want to take his comfort away, but within the last month, he has gotten way too attached. He has gone from a nap/night binkier to an all-day binkier. It had to go!-but not without some tears from Gavin (and me).

Gettin' Crafty

Kit always makes me shake my head with amusement when he tells me I should use all of my fun scrapbook stuff and get crafty. He never seems to understand how a little gettin' crafty can become a momentous and terrifying occasion. First out is the Cricut (the most fab gift from my hubby 2 Christmases ago), then out comes the packs of cardstock, packs of paper, the boxes of do-dads (I don't have a lot, but enough to make a mess), the paper cutter and glue. It takes up the entire surface of my table. I think...I have time. Gunner is sleeping and the boys are outside playing. I need to make a few thank-you cards for Christmas gifts and I'll hurry and just get this done. HeeeeHeeee-my laugh is a little stressed and frantic for I know the timer is now set and running. And sure enough, I get the first card cut and the words formed with the Cricut and in bound my boys. They're finished playing outside, I'm told. They would like to play in their room. Fine. Just play in your room. A couple of minutes later, out they come with a paper towel tube I had given them to play with the day before. Their telescope need to be decorated with my stuff, I'm told. Again fine. I give them paper I really don't need and they go to town with scissors. After a few minutes they lose interest and honestly, I'm frantic to get done 'cause baby is now stirring. Uggh. I think the TV was now baby-sitting my boys. Okay so I start figuring what I'm doing with all the do-dads and etc. with the 1st card and Gunner is officially awake and loudly asking for attention. I stop what I'm doing and hurry to give loves and placate him. I lay him down to play and begin again. Soon everything breaks down. Jos and Gav are fighting and Gunner is bawling (we're talking red-eyes and snot/spit everywhere). I separate the boys-Jos in their room and Gav watching yet another selection of PBS. Gunner is okay as long as he is swinging next to my chair and every few seconds I smile and talk to him. At last! I finish my 3 cards and I look at them. *Sigh* Not too creative. All three look the same, with differing colors. Oh well. They're finished. I look over and see the results of my gettin' crafty. Let this be proof to you, Kit!