my kids are funny…

…and weird, but they come by that honestly. Take tonight for instance. We got home late, like we do every tuesday (stalkers, ignore this) and I was trying to get the boys to bed.

“Hurry get your pyjamas on!”, I say. “Don’t forget to whisper, because Amy has had a particularly heinous day.”,  I continue. She lives and sleeps downstairs right under the boys room.

When they finally come out, they ask me, “Why are you not in your pyjamas mom?”

I reply, “Because I am tired and I want to get you to bed as soon as possible.”

“You should get them on so you can go to be right after prayers.”, they say. And I couldn’t argue with their logic, so I did.

As I came out they were behaving kinda weird and quietly giggly. Tweedle J had his button up p.j. shirt undone and exposing his chest. He looks at me intently and says, “Right this way miss.” while sweeping his arm in the direction he wanted me to go. Quizzically and obediently I follow his direction, which brought me by the computer.

Tweedle D is sitting in the office chair with the back facing me and turns, while petting the back of his stuffed bunny and says, “We have been waiting for you miss.” Such seriousness. He hold his composure a little better than the five year old.

As soon as Tweedle D is finished his line, Tweedle E comes from around the corner holding a glass and says, “Drink miss.”

Well of course I take the water, but I can’t help but feel there is a joke coming at my expense, especially because they are intently watching me to see if I’ll drink it. The first thing that flashes to my mind, was the last incident when someone played a drinking trick on me. To make a long story short they made me think it was a urine sample (when in fact it was apple juice). Joker drinks it, I gag.

Anyway, how could they know and so I utter, “Is this pee?”

I ruined it, but Tweedle D managed to stay in character, “How can you say such things when you are in the house of the gods? We only wish to serve you.”

***End Scene***

Not bad for a little improv.

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a walk around the garden

Spring is here. Finally. This past week I have been raking and digging and cleaning and planting and raking some more. Working outside is so therapeutic for me. It’s something I need. As life would have it terrible news has come to my ears once again and I got sad.  Actually its multiple situations, some more sad than others, but it takes on a cumulative affect.

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IMG_1270Working outside gives me peace. I can see my progress. I also learn a lot about life. We all of weeds. Sometimes you gotta dig deep to get them out. You have to get right down to the root, otherwise they just keep coming back. You know what else I learned, you need water. It’s so much easier to get at those weeds if the soil is wet. So cry if you have too.

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(Do you see the pretty dandelion garden I have going on?)

There is so much left to do in my garden. Sometimes it can be overwhelming. There is so much pruning and garbage picking and raking and fertilizing left to do.

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But then I stop and can see little hints of beauty that keep me going.

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But if it’s really bad, then I just look up.

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so how’s it going?

Well the planking took a turn for the stopped. I now owe 3 days, with a cumulated time of 5 min. I really should do it today as Sunday is my rest day. Then again Sunday is my rest day for more reasons than just cessation. Tomorrow I will have to do 7 min. (2 x 1.5 min and 2 x 2 min.) Bah! who wants hard stable abs? Sadly me. So if I don’t do it tonight, I will definitely do it tomorrow.

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What’s been keeping me so busy? Honestly I wish I knew. It’s like as soon as it’s done, my mind blocks all trauma. What I do remember is the weather has been freakishly fabulous. It will be hard to go back to normal next week.

Oh something else I remember. Tweedle 3 went to the farm with the kindy class. So did I. I got to milk a goat. Just so you know a goats udder doesn’t look like a cows udder. So when you get up there on that stool and it looks a little like something else, trust them (the farmers) they know. That way you don’t look stupid… like me. I have this horrendous habit, sometimes, that involves saying the first thing that comes to mind. Lets just say I give intelligent city girls a bad name.

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plank a day in may

Last year, the internet tells me a bunch of people did a plank challenge in may. They were slowly increasing the length of time the remained in a plank position daily, building up to a 5 or 6 min plank. Well I’m off to a great start. I’ve already missed a day resulting in having to do may 2nd’s and may 3rd’s today. Thats right. When you miss a day (or more) you have to do those previous day’s assignment(s) before doing the present day’s assignment.

Here are the sample schedules.

You know if this is too easy for you, you can do a twisty plank, dipping hips side to side, or you could push up plank. For me I think it would be just terrific if I could do 6 minutes of a regular plank.

 

my eye are bigger than my plate.

I often wonder how I get myself into these situations, which is strange because I was there, agreeing to the situation the whole time. Oh well. Sunday I was asked to sub my most feared class this coming Sunday. The mad hatter was surprised that I said yes, which then equally surprised me. I don’t have anything going on this coming Sunday, so how could I say no? He said (and this is paraphrased), “Yes dear, but you forget that you have no time this week to prepare.”

“oh yeah”, is what I reply.

I’m starting to think that the attention problem my children have might actually come from me and not from husband. Ok maybe it isn’t entirely my fault, it could be a combination.

So yeah, I won’t bore you with the details of the hectictivity of my week. Yes that is a made up word. Feel free to use it. Lots. Make it your own. But I will share an embarrassing moment, because I am all about keeping it real. So since I haven’t been home much, my house is in a state of disarray. Actually it’s kind of driving me crazy. I think I have about 3 hours of consecutive work to get it to where I would like it to be. Anyway, sometimes when one sits in ones own filth, they become blind to the chaos around one.

My door bell rang (which I found out was a planned meeting by the hatter, you know he could have told me) and since my couch was clean, my brain thought yeah your presentable. I invited the people in, had a conversation. After I said good bye, I turned around and saw everything that was out of place. I guess it wouldn’t be that bad, but the Sunday before, in our Old Lady church class called Relief Society, I discussed the fact that my car is a mess and I have food on the floor of it.  I thought I was being funny, sort of. I was giving a reason why sometimes we don’t serve (help) others. Or why it may seem begrudgingly when we do. My example was case specific.

I might fret about this for another 30 minutes and wash that down with a bowl of ice cream. Then I will pick myself up and try to do better next time.

I can’t wait until this sunday and see what comes of very little preparation. Maybe I’ll get lucky and get sick.

more cousin time

playground

Some of the best times we have had involved a playground. There was our engagement photo shoot. Then there were all the sanity saving, time killing times of toddlerhood. Thank God for the long and short chains parks. They were our favourite. I don’t chase the tweedles as much anymore, but I still know how to have a good time.

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and just to prove I was there…

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