Noticed this sign in the bathroom at the public library.
|Saddest theft ever.|
Also, that you'll need to start going somewhere else to steal your TP because the librarians are on to you.
My 4-year-old asked me about foster parenting the other day (we applied, once upon a time, but that plan got put on hold when we found out we were expecting Baby #4 on the day of our home inspection.)
She couldn't remember all the details, so I explained to her that sometimes kids need to stay with other families while their parents are learning to be better moms and dads.
"You already know how to be a good mom!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck.
Aww. My life to this point has been worth it. Cue the violins swelling in the background. Dry your eyes.
"Because you give me candy," she whispered lovingly into my ear. Then she asked for a Tootsie Roll.
In other "good mom" news, my kids — horror of horrors — did not participate in an Easter egg hunt last weekend. I keep looking over my shoulder for villagers with pitchforks.
Only one of our kids was disappointed and that lasted for about 20 seconds, so I think they'll be okay.
What we did instead was make Pysanky eggs, otherwise known as Ukranian eggs. These things are crazy.
We learned about them a few years ago when we pretend to do a fake trip around the world over the summer learning about other countries.
They look like this:
|Too pretty to be ours.|
photo credit Alan Light
They're fun to make (and the older my kids get the better they are at understanding how to do it,) but they're really time-consuming. Each kid did one and it took about an hour.
Basically, you heat up wax and make a design with it on your egg, then dip it in the dye and repeat a billion times with different colors.
We only had one person drip hot wax on their hand and almost light their own hair on fire, so I consider this year a success.
The kids also got Easter baskets, but the kids were not impressed that two of their baskets were apparently hidden in the exact same spot as last year, and there was Valentine's Day packaging on the little chocolate animals each of them got.
|Way cuter than chocolate bunnies, in my opinion.|
Because of these two things, the kids kept saying that "the Easter Bunny is not very smart!"
Well, the Easter Bunny is your dad and I, so yeah. The Easter Bunny is also suffering from a 12-year sleep deficit so cut him some slack.
Before, I always kind of doubted that the resurgence of exhaustion in the the third trimester of pregnancy was real, but I can assure you now that it is. It's hit hard, and I'm a believer.
I'm hopelessly behind on laundry, dinner is about an hour late every night (we only have dinner at all because Phillip makes it when he gets home from work,) and the sticky sounds when we walk across the kitchen floor are starting to bother even the kids.
I felt like we'd hit rock bottom when we had to eat our lasagna with spoons the other night because it's all we had clean. But I've actually been feeling a little better since then. So here's hoping.
My son's elementary school has 5 values that they really drill into the kids, one of them being 'respect.'
I can appreciate how they recently cashed in on the popularity of Star Wars by having each kid make this Yoda headband reading "May the RESPECT be with you."
|Teaching good citizenship, they are.|
Now if only I could think of a catchy Star Wars-like slogan to deter the kids from slathering peanut butter all over the outside of the jar and every other surface of the kitchen whenever they make a piece of toast.
Lastly, I've got a weekend invitation for you all! Twice a year we Mormons get all excited because of a special broadcast called General Conference, and it's going on this Saturday and Sunday.
Remember when the Pope visited last fall and Catholics in the U.S. were ecstatic? Well, this is that to Mormons.
Here's a humorous article about what General Conference is from Normons.com, and if you want to listen in just point your Internet to www.lds.org/general-conference. You don't have to be Mormon, and we won't ask you for any money. (Which you probably don't even have, if it's you that's been stealing all the toilet paper from the library.)