A Simple Friday

Sometimes the best days are those when we don’t do anything.

Owen played all day with friends on Friday. Ivy gathered stuff. 

At one point, it was diapers.  Side note:  I swear I take out her diapers, I just had a pile of 5 diapers sitting by the front door.  It was still day time.  She just had a lot of diaper changes that day.  Other side note: I don’t let my child play with diapers, I just liked that she was gathering them on the truck.

 

 

 

(all my pictures of Ivy are so serious!)

Then we went outside to play, torture Ivy,  and color with chalk (and eat chalk)

 

and that was our day. 

Ever Wondered?

You know those days when you wonder how you would look with a different hair color or style? 

We wondered that once…...

ANGIE:

BEN:

 

EMILEE:

ERIC:

KELSEY:

KRISTI:

JEN:

And now… we at least know what not to do

11 Months

Ivy turned 11 months last week.  She started walking a few weeks ago and there is no stopping her.   I put her down on the ground in Kohl’s today and she ran around screaming and looking a little like a wandering chicken.  She was so pleased to be down out of the basket, I fear that I have opened a whole new world for her.  She rarely crawls and when she does she crawls on her fists.  She has 8 teeth, 4 on top, 4 on bottom.   She still has hardly any hair.  She seems to still be allergic to dairy and eggs and I am still keeping my fingers crossed that she grows out of that soon.  It is becoming increasingly harder as she is more aware of what she does not have.  She is obsessed with putting things inside of things.  She loves her new shoes and hates to take them off. 

(Jammies and shoes)

She is still little.  She loves to walk around with my phone on her ear.  She has her own ideas and is going to do exactly what she wants.  For example, she loves to look at me, make eye contact and then throw each and everything off her highchair tray.  She never breaks the eye contact and has such determination in her face.  I am guessing this is not something she will grow out of. 

It took awhile to get her here, but oh she was worth the wait.

T-Ball

What I love about T-ball:

1. Owen in his white baseball pants, blue belt, blue socks, baseball shirt and hat, and his tennis shoes.

2. Greg as the coach.

3. When Owen gets up to bat and holds the bat so proud and looks over at me with his big smile. 

4. The way Owen runs to the base and then looks over at me to see if I am watching.  Once he knows I am watching he smiles proudly and gives me a thumbs up.

5. The fact that Owen never runs to the next base until someone yells “OWEN RUN!”

6. Watching Ivy as she watches the game and claps with the crowd.

7. The part of the game on Saturday when Owen ran as fast as he could toward 2nd base.  On his way there a little girl on the opposite team touched him (not with the ball, she just touched him with her hand).  Owen wasn’t sure what to do as sometimes they play the outs, sometimes they just keep going.  He knew the rules enough to know something was going on but wasn’t sure what to do.  He stopped in the middle of 1st and 2nd base to get the go ahead from Greg.  The sidelines were yelling and screaming, “GO”, “RUN”, “OWEN RUN”.  He wasn’t going.  He was standing in the middle with an awkward smile on his face waiting direction from those in charge.  After what seemed like forever, at last the coach gave the go ahead to run.  He made it safely to 2nd.

8. The day that Greg asked Owen why he didn’t go after the ball, to which Owen replied, “Cause I didn’t hear anyone say, “Owen, get the ball””.

9. That while in the outfield Owen is usually doing something like picking grass and putting it on his mitt.

10. Noni and baby coming to hang out and support team Rascals.

11. That Owen is brave enough to play.

12 . And finally that Greg teaches them to love the game and do their best, and saves the winning and losing, the doing bad and doing good, and the competitiveness for the rest of their lives and lets them be little for just awhile longer.   

I need a Chair

Have you ever had one of those days when you can't pull it together? I am having one of those today.


We found pajamas out of laundry baskets. Owen ate chicken dinosaurs for dinner tonight at 10:00 pm. Owen made his own dinner. I fed Ivy bread for lunch cause I was busy looking at pictures on the computer. Owen is asleep on my lap, I have the Bachelorette on in the background and I am not sure why, Ivy is asleep on Greg's lap, Greg is asleep on the couch. I ate a banana with peanut butter and 5 Oreos for dinner. The same clothes sat in the washer for 2 days and had to be washed again tonight. The house is a mess.


Tonight I want to watch different shows, eat different food, decorate my house with a little more life, play a little more with Owen, wear different clothes. I have an itch for change.

I am not sure what the answer is yet. I feel a change is necessary. Maybe a small change, like taking control of my life and refusing to watch the Bachelorette. Maybe a little bigger like a bunch of new clothes. Maybe just getting rid of the ones I don't wear. Maybe a crazy fun chair for the living room and doing the playroom I have promised Owen. Something. Something is in the air.

(crate & barrel)

Not for Me

If you were to walk into my house last week you would smell Italian beef slow cooking.   

 

At first you may think, “That is nice of Jen to make dinner for Greg.” Or for some, perhaps your first thought would be, “Jen makes dinner?”

Well some would be right, some would be wrong... Jen was not making dinner for Greg and no, Jen does not make dinner (at least not very often).

So the next logical thought would be, “That is nice of Greg to make dinner for Jen.”  Or others may think, “Jen eats Italian beef?”

Again, some would be right, others wrong…Greg was not making dinner for Jen and NO, Jen does not eat Italian beef.

So what was going on here you may wonder.  I will tell you. 

Greg was making dinner for this guy…

Greg’s dear friend Steve. 

While we were teaching yoga, the boys and the babies got together for Italian beef sandwiches.

So next time when you come into my house and smell something in the slow cooker, expect to see Steve and Evan knocking at the door within a few hours.

A New Day

I am over that bad day at the top of the blog. Time for something new.

Like for example, the fact that I made zucchini bread with flaxseed instead of eggs. Yes, it is true, 1 Tbs of flaxseed plus 3 Tbs of water = 1 egg. I was a little worried, but to my amazement it worked and it was delicious! Ivy and I could eat it and we loved it.

Yes....It is time to move on.