Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

I won't say too much about my trip as it would likely bore you, but it was good and my men did just fine without me. They were all handsome and tan when they picked me up at the airport having spent the day at the beach two days before. To top it off, they were in their Sunday best as they were playing in a piano recital later that day. When I saw them at the airport, all seven of them, I felt like the luckiest girl in world.

Then the recital was over and there was laundry to do and cleaning and Monday came and reality set in and I've been playing catch up in everything ever since. Even so, it is so very nice to be home. I especially missed exchanges like the following...

Me: Nicholas, are you drawing that man freehand?

Nicholas: No, he only has two hands.

It's great to be home.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

When the Cat's Away, the Mice Eat Nutella

I'll be in NY all this week, finishing my Creighton FertilityCare training. It's been going well, almost too well. I'm just about booked and find my client load a little heavier than ideal. Thankfully, a third person will be going out in October to begin training and between three of us practitioners here, we'll be able to share the load. It's so exciting to see all the interest and it has been a privilege to serve so many wonderful couples. Your continued prayers are appreciated.

I'm leaving behind all my men and I'm finding that a bit hard. Can they live without me? I trust they can for a week. My husband is holding the fort, taking care of the baby and homeschooling all this week, good man. He even went grocery shopping to stack the shelves with food he can prepare. I looked about and saw frozen lasagnas, plenty of boxed cereal, dried fruit, brownie and pancake mixes, Nutella, and Rootbeer. So, my guess is they'll be just fine.

Language Lessons

Boy: Mom, what language is the word pinata in?

Me: Spanish.

Boy: What does it mean? Does it mean "full of candy?"

Friday, September 10, 2010

The Point of No Return

I like Keen shoes for boys. They are all-terrain, waterproof and they hold up well. I can actually pass these down from brother to brother. Imagine that? Shoes my boys can't kill. Considering all this, I'm willing to pay the higher price to get these for my older boys.

It must be growing season around here because every son is wearing highwaters to church and they've all been complaining that their shoes are too tight. I ordered Simeon a new pair of Keen shoes, size EIGHT mens, which seems ridiculous, but that's how big his feet have gotten. We had a good laugh when they arrived, though, because a mix up occurred and we got a size eight, toddlers. They were the cutest little Keens and they fit Micah with just the right amount of growing room. Micah liked them. Worse, he needed new shoes and his feet are so wide, I hadn't had luck finding any. But who in their right mind would pay that much for toddler shoes?

So, I contacted Keen and we arranged for an exchange. It was a very simple process. All I had to do was print up the return label they emailed me and send the perfectly adorable shoes off. Somehow, it never happened. Leaving the house in a hurry the other morning, I grabbed the little Keens when I couldn't find Micah's beat up old sandals in time. He loved them, clompping around with pride. He even insisted he sleep with them on.

I don't know what I was thinking, actually I don't think I was thinking at all. Somehow I imagined though Micah was wearing these every day, I could still return them at any point. When is the point of no return? I didn't ask myself that question and just started considering these Micah's shoes. The wake up moment came when my husband was watching him walk around and commented, "He sure likes those shoes."

"He does," I said.

"How much were they, again?" he asked.

Oops.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Sorry if I Sent you an Email!

It looks like somebody broke into my email account and sent a spam email to everyone listed there. Sorry if you got one of these from me. I would email you about it, but now my account is frozen for 24 hours. Thank you to everyone who has alerted me to this. I'm on it.

Overheard

Little Boy (singing): Money can't buy you everything, but money can buy you gum.

True.

And why would you want anything else?

Friday, September 03, 2010

Growing Pains

Today, Zachary brought me a picture of a porcupine he had painted when he was three. It immediately made me long for that three year old Zachary, the painter of porcupines (he painted many in that porcupine phase).

"Oh, I miss the little Zachary that painted this. Where is he? What have you done with him?" I teased.

"I put him in storage," Zachary replied, "because I outgrew him."