Pack it Up

"Do you want me to bring up one suitcase or two?" Josh asked me yesterday.

I looked back and him and raised one eyebrow sarcastically.

"I will make it two", he said chuckling.

He knows me well. Two large suitcases, overflowing with clothing for six days.

I seriously overpack.


Here are a few I took yesterday of Bryce, for you non-Facebookers:









His neck is getting better, can you tell? :-)

Don't you wish you had a Special Day?

I found the designs for these at easycupcakes.com, and had a lot of fun doing them.


In preschool, each child gets a "special day". They take their turn on the heart shaped rug, dress the bear, changes the weather icon for the day, and then they bring snack in for the class.


He looks thrilled, no?




This is Kayden after crying for HOURS about having to give back the preschool elephant, Tembo.



Now we are Cool. Thank goodness Grandma has a soft heart, and bought him a new Tembo Jr. to compensate.

Freddie Mac

A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that her name is Patricia Whack.

“Miss Whack, I’d like to get a $30,000 Freddie Mac loan to take a holiday.”

Patty looks at the frog in disbelief and asks his name. The frog says his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it’s okay, he knows the bank manager.
Patty explains that he will need to secure the loan with some collateral.

The frog says, “Sure. I have this,” and produces a tiny porcelain elephant, about an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed.

Very confused, Patty explains that she’ll have to consult with the bank manager and disappears into a back office.

She finds the manager and says, “There’s a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000, and he wants to use this as collateral.”

She holds up the tiny pink elephant. “I mean, what in the world is this?”


The bank manager looks back at her and says ..
“It’s a knickknack, Patty Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man’s a Rolling Stone.”


**As heard when I went to the review class for my investment banking license, to help me remember Freddie Mac. I thought it appropriate this week.

The never ending bed time routine

This blog has been a bit of a downer lately. My uncle dying, the hot water heater, my beloved pet...I feel like must set the record straight.

Thursday night, I was putting the boys to bed which is very unusual. I confess. I am horrible at getting Kayden calmed down; I would rather tickle him and delight in his giggle. For some reason, everything is funnier at bedtime.

Once he finally calms down, I love laying next to him and hearing the sounds of him breathing. Smelling his hair damp from a bath, inhaling the baby wash smell that won't be much longer.

It bugs Josh to no end, because obviously if we did this every night it would wreak havoc on the bedtime routine.

This particular night, Kayden was finding the word pumpernickel hilarious. The more he laughed, the harder Bryce would laugh. I had one of those moments, where you remove yourself from the situation. So many of my friends with older kids have told me lately to enjoy this time, because it passes too quick.

So, I surveyed the scene. Thanked God for how incredibly happy I am. Reading this blog, you would never think it, so I apologize for that. Although it has felt a bit chaotic lately, I feel blessed through and through.

how could I ever be anything but overjoyed by this?

When it rains, there is a lot of water...

Running out the door to preschool, I noticed Kayden did not have a sweatshirt in his bag "just in case". I ran downstairs, only to be greeted by about one inch of water. Not wanting to be late for the first day of preschool, I rushed off leaving the problem for later.

I hurried home, thinking that the rain must be allowing water to come in somewhere...only to find our hot water heater pouring water out the top. Bryce fell asleep in the car, a God send for sure.

Right now, I have every towel in the house down there trying to create a water wall.

Yikes.

I imaged something different for this first day of alone time.

sigh

Can you believe this kid is going to be in preschool? Thank God Daddy is right across the hall, or I would be a mess! If my "allergies" start acting up tomorrow, don't be surprised. sniff, sniff