He's back. Ben. On the swing. Under the Sycamore. AND he's back bigger than ever.
A few weeks ago, while bored I toyed around with the layout of this blog. Do I know what I am doing? No. Of course not. Sometimes I wonder how I ended up blogging in the first place......oh that's right, dear friend Kim, always talking me into crazy, crazy things.
At any rate, I toyed and Ben's picture went away for a few weeks. Now I have decided I missed him and want him back. But, I don't know how to make it look like it did before.
I vow to figure it out. I can do it! I think I can. I think I can. Or rather. Good enough for tonight. I am tired. I will think I can tomorrow.
Until then, enjoy the HUGE Sycamore. Actually this is more true to life. That tree IS DARN HUGE. And we had the leaf removal project to prove it!
Monday, November 26, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Night Class Blues
Tonight is K's late class so it is me and the three musketeers. I was always a bit jealous of my friend, Kim's ability to call her husband's night class night girls' night. You see she has three girls. For me, however, I have reached a stumbling block. Here are some of the names I have thrown around:
"3 boys and a mom" "Survival of the Fittest" "How many hours until this day is over?"
Finally after 9 years of a night class, I have figured a few things out.
1. Do not cook. Open a box of chicken shapes and throw them in the oven.
2. Loosen the rules at dinner. So what if the boys blow bubbles with their straws until they are cascading over their blue plastic IKEA tumbler. What of it? Stare blindly into space.
3. If possible, keep all three boys in different areas of the house for as much of the night as possible. It is amazing how quiet it is with one in the bath, one playing in the living room and one reading in the family room. Wow!
4. Do everything earlier. No biggie if your oldest child says, "Why are we upstairs in bed at 7:00?" Why not?
5. Act like video will be rewarded for good behavior, knowing full well that it will happen no matter what. Mama needs some down time to blog.
6. Take note of but do not comment to spouse on the fact that his night class seems to ALWAYS fall on the night that the garbage has to go out.
7. Be thankful your husband comes home again.
Last week I put my pajamas on at 3:00 in the afternoon. I had worked in the morning at the preschool, facilitated the games at Ben's first grade Halloween party, and ran up and down the steps to Ethan's class room party for equal presence. Needless to say, the boys were upstairs and in pajamas shortly thereafter.
Take that Rosie (mother in law). I know you are always trying to beat me in the "first to get their pajamas on" race but SURELY I beat you that day.
"3 boys and a mom" "Survival of the Fittest" "How many hours until this day is over?"
Finally after 9 years of a night class, I have figured a few things out.
1. Do not cook. Open a box of chicken shapes and throw them in the oven.
2. Loosen the rules at dinner. So what if the boys blow bubbles with their straws until they are cascading over their blue plastic IKEA tumbler. What of it? Stare blindly into space.
3. If possible, keep all three boys in different areas of the house for as much of the night as possible. It is amazing how quiet it is with one in the bath, one playing in the living room and one reading in the family room. Wow!
4. Do everything earlier. No biggie if your oldest child says, "Why are we upstairs in bed at 7:00?" Why not?
5. Act like video will be rewarded for good behavior, knowing full well that it will happen no matter what. Mama needs some down time to blog.
6. Take note of but do not comment to spouse on the fact that his night class seems to ALWAYS fall on the night that the garbage has to go out.
7. Be thankful your husband comes home again.
Last week I put my pajamas on at 3:00 in the afternoon. I had worked in the morning at the preschool, facilitated the games at Ben's first grade Halloween party, and ran up and down the steps to Ethan's class room party for equal presence. Needless to say, the boys were upstairs and in pajamas shortly thereafter.
Take that Rosie (mother in law). I know you are always trying to beat me in the "first to get their pajamas on" race but SURELY I beat you that day.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Sunday Show
Ethan and I spent the day in Pittsburgh with a friend and her son to see STOMP. The boys were very impressed with the grandeur of Heinz Hall.
"There's money on a plate in the bathroom!" they informed us running out bright eyed and in disbelief. "Oh, was there a man near the money with a towel?", we questioned. "Yes. He looked like a butler."
The shiny brass topped garbage cans prompted B. to say, "That's the coolest trash can I have ever seen." And as we were exploring the three floors of the Hall before the show, Ethan and B. almost jumped for joy when they spied the "Men's Lounge".
"There's a Men's Lounge. Let's check it out."
I am not sure if they expected there to be room after room of billowing cushioned chairs and sofas for lounging with plates of grapes and cheese for snacking. They returned quickly and stated, "It's just a bathroom."
So many things to learn about the world.
We have been trying to expose our children to cultural activities in Pittsburgh. Growing up I went to Pittsburgh once to the circus in third grade with a friend and I thought that was the coolest thing ever.
Hopefully we (namely my organized husband who planned it all) provided a memorable experience of rhythmical push broom pounding and tapping on water filled kitchen sinks...or at least a glimpse at fancy garbage cans, bathroom butlers and lounges.
"There's money on a plate in the bathroom!" they informed us running out bright eyed and in disbelief. "Oh, was there a man near the money with a towel?", we questioned. "Yes. He looked like a butler."
The shiny brass topped garbage cans prompted B. to say, "That's the coolest trash can I have ever seen." And as we were exploring the three floors of the Hall before the show, Ethan and B. almost jumped for joy when they spied the "Men's Lounge".
"There's a Men's Lounge. Let's check it out."
I am not sure if they expected there to be room after room of billowing cushioned chairs and sofas for lounging with plates of grapes and cheese for snacking. They returned quickly and stated, "It's just a bathroom."
So many things to learn about the world.
We have been trying to expose our children to cultural activities in Pittsburgh. Growing up I went to Pittsburgh once to the circus in third grade with a friend and I thought that was the coolest thing ever.
Hopefully we (namely my organized husband who planned it all) provided a memorable experience of rhythmical push broom pounding and tapping on water filled kitchen sinks...or at least a glimpse at fancy garbage cans, bathroom butlers and lounges.
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