When Phillip took the 3 oldest kids on a run after work, one daughter made it back home way before everyone else.
"Where's everybody?" I asked.
"I killed them," she said, straight-faced.
Ignoring the murder joke, I said, "You got back fast. You must be an amazing sprinter."
"I'm also the world's best assassin," she retorted.
(This is the same child who, if I leave her alone while I run a quick errand and then come home and yell through the door, "Are you still alive?", shouts back "No!")
On Saturday we went to the ocean. We hit it right at low tide and could walk out into the water forever. My 1-year-old played in the tidal pools all afternoon and possibly had the best day of his little life.
Unfortunately I didn't take any pictures because I made a conscious decision to be a mindful parent who lives fully in the moment.
Just kidding, I forgot the camera at home. You'll just have to trust me when I say we had a blast.
Later in the week we visited another beach closer to home. It started drizzling a little while we were swimming, and I had to laugh as I look over at my daughter standing waist-deep in the water holding a kickboard over her head so she didn't... get wet??
I've never been good at drawing. Even as a child I remember being embarrassed at how badly I drew. My drawing fails are the stuff of legends around our house.
Something I've never done well is stepping outside of my comfort zone to try something new. So I was particularly surprised with myself when I had and actually went through with the idea of posting a cartoon on my blog, illustrated by yours truly.
(When Phillip asked what my most recent post was about and I said it was a cartoon, he laughed and said, "No really, what is it?")
So if you want proof that an old dog can learn new tricks, check out "Inside the Head of a Night Owl." It's not half-bad, if I do say so myself. Let me know in the comments if you can relate. What's the latest you've ever stayed up?
There was a really fancypants awards banquet for Phillip's work. It was going to be one of those swanky affairs at an art gallery with catered food and live music, and Downton Abbey servants who come around the room with gilded trays offering you hors d'oeuvres.
|Yeah, we were pretty much in a castle.|
|In a castle eating delicious and beautiful free food... do I have to go home?|
I was thrilled to go, mostly to eat food I didn't have to make first. But here was my dilemma as I got ready for the banquet: I couldn't figure out what to put in my purse.
What on earth do you need in your handbag when you aren't taking along kid stuff?? I certainly couldn't envision a scenario where the usual baggies of Cheerios, diapers, wipes, grocery receipts, Hot Wheels cars, and random action figures I normally carry would be very useful.
I settled for Chapstick and my wallet, neither of which I needed all night.
|That thing that appears to be growing out of Phillip's head is an unfortunately-placed sculpture.|
So in all, the banquet was great, except that THERE WAS A BUG IN MY FOOD!!!!!!!
Sorry, let me calm down a little bit. There was a bug in my food.
And not a cute bug like this:
An ugly nasty sucker like this:
After I was done puking over the railing onto the sculpture garden below (or maybe I just imagined doing that,) I drank some ginger ale (see photo above) and still managed to have a good time.
I guess being a mom helps. I've cleaned walls, people, clothing, and bedding that's been smeared with every unmentionable substance there is. What's a bug or two?
When we had 5 kids I was prepared for the noise level. I knew there would be lots of college tuition, weddings, etc to help pay for in the future. What I didn't realize is that I would be at the dentist all the time. It seems like my kids are very unlucky in the teeth department.
Both of my girls have fallen at school and chipped a front and center permanent tooth, and just this week my son developed a weird bump on his gum that looked like an abscess.
I waited for a few days to see if the bump went away but it didn't, so I took him to the dentist. And they wanted to pull his tooth! I asked why several times, especially since it's a baby tooth that's wiggly already anyway, but they couldn't give me an answer that sounded like the tooth actually needed to come out. So we left, with all his teeth still in his face.
I've been stewing over this for several days so I'm sure there's a blog post in the making here, but why do I feel like doctors and dentists just recommend procedures for no real reason? I've been bothered by this all throughout my pregnancies.
Do you have an experience like this, or am I just being oversensitive?