What I've Been Up To

I found a lunch in the bathroom and one in the car, AFTER the kids had gone to school. Curses.

I was shopping at Kohl's and while I was checking out, Q laid flat out on the floor and LICKED it!  (Can you sanitize tongues?  Oh well, it's good for his antibody collection, right?!)

I cleaned up a whole gallon of concentrated floor cleaner that Q had spilled and was playing in, and then later had the pleasure of wiping up after he dribbled buckets of lotion in delightful patterns all over his carpet instead of napping (he can climb out of the crib).

I finished all my photo shoots and delivered them...sweet victory.

I think I am done with the majority of Christmas shopping, and I wrote a list in a coded fashion so that even if some kid found it, they wouldn't be able to read it (as I do every year).  The only problem is... I don't think I can read it when I go back to reference it.  I need to find a better solution.  For now I'll just have to get everything out again and count and sort....and wrap.

I would describe my house cleaning as fair to partly cloudy...although I do make my bed about 95% of the time, and expect the same from the kids.  But I took a day off the other day and left it unmade on purpose...just because I can and I was feeling a bit rebellious.  It was fun for a minute until it started to bug, so I don't think it's going to happen very often.

I have been cheering on my boys in their baseball and t-ball endeavors.  They are getting better and better and we will enjoy more free time when they are done, but I do like that they are learning and growing and having fun.

I ask Q what he's doing when it gets suddenly quiet and he always answers, "Ummmm, nuffing..." which understandably makes me nervous.

I am trying to get my Christmas cards together and out...always an undertaking.

I attended my first band concert for one of my children (insert long-winded lamentations on how quickly children grow up).  Miss B did a stellar job... as far as we could tell amongst all the other beginning band toots and squawks...and she's doing really good at learning Jolly Old St. Nicholas, which she's been practicing relentlessly.  And she really excels at making sounds that resemble either a mad elephant, or Chewbacca, which throw all of us into fits of hysterics....or irritation, depending on the moment.

We bought her a used horn instead of renting like most of the other kids, and she got a good bit of grief for the couple of dents and scuff marks and came home crying a couple of times, so we finally told her to just reply with, "Mine may be dented, but at least it's not rented."  She said it stopped all that nonsense outright.