Thursday, November 7, 2013
Saturday, October 26, 2013
In the future, I am going to wish I had this blog to look back on to remember my life. Owen asked me a question the other day about something he used to do as a baby, and I realized I have mom brain and could remember nothing. If I spent half as much time writing about my life as I do reading about other people’s lives, I would have a pretty good history to look back on.
The problem with getting behind on writing is that there is no good way to start again. I have SO many pictures, SO many things to talk about, and SO many things going on in my head. Where do I begin?
I spent the day cleaning the house. I decided to let our housecleaner go at the beginning of the summer and I remembered quickly why we hired her. But, with the kids getting a little older, it was harder to justify keeping her (well that and the fact that I owe Angie a ton of money and I am sure I am capable of cleaning my own house). I cleaned for hours and didn’t even finish. I am not sure if other people struggle so much with keeping a clean house or if I am just raising a bunch of baby pigs. I think I have 4 pigs living here, and yes, I still have three kids and no, I do not include myself in that figure.
We spent the night at a “trunk-or-treat” collecting a lot of crap. There are a few times when I wish I could unlearn what I know about food. Without a doubt, Halloween would be at the top. I see them all with their little buckets full of candy and their little smiling faces and sparkling eyes, and I know that I have no choice other than to let them eat it. I try to smile back and look excited, but it is really hard. Luckily, for Halloween they are very excited to leave their candy out for the Great Pumpkin to take during the night in exchange for toys and presents the next day. The Great Pumpkin will then store our candy until December when it is time to make gingerbread houses. The only problem with this plan is their plan about the amazingness of what is coming.
The girls are upstairs asleep and Owen and Greg are watching football together. I can only imagine how excited this makes Greg. He is calm on the surface, the kind of calm where you act all cool and collected so as not to put any added pressure on the wonderfulness occurring in front of your eyes, but on the inside he is dancing, cheering, jumping, and most importantly: praying that this does not end. Owen loves to use his imagination, he can’t have too many stuffed animals, he can often be found in a costume of some sort, he loves to play school, he says he is never playing baseball again, and he does not like football, that is, until a few weeks ago. Owen just ran upstairs to put on a jersey, and now I hear him yelling at a player, asking questions, and has just informed me that the only thing better than watching Iowa football with his dad would be for me to join them and bring some popcorn with me.
His newfound love for football stems from an amazing program Owen participated in this year. Owen is a Bruin Buddy, a little buddy to one of the football players on the high school football team. The school pairs up the football players with an elementary student, and the little buddy gets to run down on the field before the home games, join their buddy in the locker room after the games, join in one of the practices, have their buddy come to the school at recess and lunch, and attend classes at the high school with their buddy. Greg is absolutely obsessed with the program, and I am sure even more now considering he is watching football with his son and they spent the night last night throwing the football and practicing tackling. If we had a life savings, Greg would probably give it to Owen’s buddy to show his gratitude. Good thing we don’t.
Tomorrow night the little buddies and their players are going roller-skating!
There it is, candy and football, I guess that is where I start…..
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Saturday, July 27, 2013
4) the time we set up shop to watch fireworks and after waiting two hours, watched the first one go off behind a building;