Friday, April 17, 2015

7 Quick Takes about Easter for Slackers, Unauthorized Pixie Cuts, and Bad Times at the Roller Rink

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! That means 7 quick thoughts for the last 7 days.


Better late than never, right? It's been so hectic around here that the simple task of dyeing Easter eggs took us an extra week, and we barely managed to fit in the egg hunt before it got dark on Tuesday.

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I can't think of a better summary of our lives right now than this picture of our kids running around in their pajamas looking for eggs in the fading daylight 9 days after Easter.

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So we're overachievers. Sue us.


Someone who thinks I have it all together (and therefore must not read this blog) asked me to give a short 10-minute presentation on keeping organized for an activity at my church.

In the ultimate twist of irony, I lost my notes a few minutes before it was slated to start. I never did find them.


I caught my 3-year-old wandering around the house with my camera, insisting that she was "taking pictures of my blog."

I later uploaded the contents of the memory card onto our computer and found 8 pictures that looked like this:

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Photos from an aspiring interior decorating blogger.

Who needs professional stock photos to illustrate your blog when you've got dark, blurry ones with a thumb in the corner?


Speaking of my 3-year-old, I think she's trying to kill me. I thought the baby was a destructive tornado, but at least he takes naps and can't reach anything higher than 2 feet off the ground.

My daughter is like a ninja, quietly and stealthily destroying everything she can see and then fading into the night without a trace. My days have become a constant stream of discoveries of things she's broken, drawn on, spilled, ripped, lost, scattered, or knocked over. I usually have no idea of when she did these things, or how she even has time to fit them all into her busy schedule.

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Pieces of evidence left behind after a hasty coverup.

As I sat down to write this, in fact, I found cut-off hairs splayed across my keyboard. Sure enough, she's sporting some new half-inch bangs. It's a stunning look, I wonder who her stylist is.


After spending all day cleaning up messes from the kids and pleading with them not to make more, I often feel that I'm no fun. 

So Phillip sent the three oldest kids and I to a nearby indoor roller rink. To have fun. Well, the joke's on him because no one remembered how to skate and the kids spent the first 40 minutes alternately wobbling around like baby giraffes, collapsing on the ground, and begging me to take them home.

They eventually got the hang of it, though, and possibly even had a little fun. I may take them back once I forget what this time was like.


The weather is turning nicer and the snow is melted, so we put away the snowblower and brought out the outdoor toys.

I think we need to buy bigger bikes for the kids, though. They're having fun pedaling around, but they sort of remind me of bears in the circus.


In closing, this picture pretty much sums up our week:

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

In case you're confused, the pantyhose littering our yard are from the homemade ice dam removers we put on the roof in February. I'm actually still a little unclear about the shoe.

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Rachel said...

We traumatized my mom when she brought the 5 of us to a roller skating church party when I was like 9. We couldn't skate, not even a little bit, and spent the whole time on the ground. My mom was pretty athletic when she was a kid, but we had never even tried skating at that point, and she was embarrassed by our performance, so the next day she went out and bought us all skates and taught us how to skate in the driveway. Life skills, ya know.
Everyone needs a self haircut at least once in their lives, right?

Unknown said...

This ALL sounds like a completely regular day to me. Hopefully, one of your older children takes over Easter egg hunts and the like pretty soon. My 14-year-old daughter does all that and it is glorious! I will have to share my third daughter's self-haircut pic if I can find it!

Jenny Evans said...

Embarrassing pretty much sums it up.

Jenny Evans (sister, not author) said...

I should email you the picture of my own self cut bangs at 3-yrs-old. Pretty sure I'm sporting my signature dirty look in the pic too. And just be glad she's not roping in accomplices, Megan and I were playing "hair salon" on the back porch one day in Seattle when I told her to go get real scissors. After mom took me to a real stylist to fix it I ended up with hair about 1" above my shoulders. Mom was none too pleased to say the least (not sure if you're aware of her obsession with my hair).

Unknown said...

Ah, yes. The hair-cutting rite of passage. It's always such a kick to remember 5 years down the road! My 3yo takes pictures whenever possible too. Every now and then I'll be surprised and find something cool! Have a great week, Jenny.

Cynthia@wabi-sabi-quilts said...

I laughed out loud reading this post! Brings me back to my own wacky days of parenting young children. You are doing a great job!

Pennies Add Up said...

I think this is the funniest blog I've ever had the pleasure to read. It's nearly as funny as my two kids dying their hair red when I was asleep...

Jenny Evans said...

This is only our 2nd child to do it, so I figure out of 5 kids it's not too bad.

Queen Mom Jen said...

Haha! Your life sounds so much like mine! I would be concerned about the hose on the roof though. No one has used any around here for years :)

Jenny Evans said...

I also refuse to wear pantyhose. I don't trust any garment that makes it look as if your arms and legs belong to different people.

Jenny Evans said...

That sounds like a blog post all of its own...