A Musing Mother 6

Grandma and Caleb share a birthday 70 years apart. Every day before daycare, #4 likes to sit on "Sam's bike." It's a three wheeled scooter.

My three year old found some sports trading cards. He was showing them to me and asking me who they were. He held one up and announced, "This is Michael Phelps!" I did not know he knew about Michael Phelps. I did not know he was paying attention to the TV. No more Seinfeld reruns with him in the room.

Yesterday was the first day school. Here's what this means: Mom gets up and showers before she gets a cold shower. Hubby or I wake up the 13 year old. The 8 year old and the 10 year old wander out bleary-eyed. Breakfast is short-order; some of the children serve themselves while others insist on being served. At the same time I'm making lunches. Understand that no child eats the same thing. One child refuses to eat meat, one child won't touch jam, and one child is so picky that every day is a new adventure. Okay, that's the same one who won't eat jam. Not even homemade freezer raspberry jam (gasp!). As I am scurrying around the kitchen, I'm also yelling orders and asking questions that are really orders like "Did you brush your teeth?" or "Are you going to go to school with that rat's nest on top of your head?" I am also trying to squeeze in drying my hair, putting on my face, and getting dressed. Eventually, we run out of ti

Nothing huge in the improvements but they have ended up costing us a small fortune. We changed the doorknobs to nickel. I painted the sconces in the hall nickel color. Then, feeling way to saucy for my own good, I bought a gallon of deliciously dark brown paint and painted the living room. This room has been a modge podge for the past nearly 8 years. Our sofa was blue and white checks. The rocking chair was a lovely glider with maroon cushions. The pictures were from different genres. It all came down. I took the sofa and the rocker to a friend and picked up a new sofa. The walls are bare except for the very planned simplicity. But wait, there's more! The entry lighting fixture was an ugly brass chandelier that was outdated when we had it installed. I found a different one. I shouldn't add this but I will. I bought it at a yard sale. I win for being cheap and finding a classy light fixture. Give me a medal!

Is this the same baby? I found this picture of my baby on the computer and had to share. It's just too cute. This is his one year old birthday. I remembered, after looking at the pictures, he had an orange hue about him because he would only eat rice and squash. Oh, he also seemed to have a snotty nose in a lot of the pictures. How could I NOT add these? I have to also add how much I love to blog. My guilt at the fact I don't scrapbook is slightly alleviated. I realize I'm still old fashioned and I still like to have a tangible book to look at but I never really got into the scrapbooking craze. Before I discovered blogging, I started digital scrapbooking hoping that would be easy to do. Whatever happened to the plain old pockets that pictures slid into and an explanation written on the back? NOT acid free (gasp!)! I still wonder how long the pictures will stay on the internet before someone takes them off or tries to charge me for this blogspot and it lapses. The

We went to the cabin in the Uintahs this weekend. Had a wonderful time! My aunt and uncle joined us on Saturday afternoon for the association picnic. We hiked Ruth Lake trail. Here are a few pictures: On our hike to Ruth Lake

I finally figured out a way to upload my dance concert from last year. Fuzzy quality which is probably good. Just imagine that I'm the best dancer if you can't figure out which one is me.

I just want to record a hot August evening so I can remember it in January.