the extent of our Christmas decorations this year.
being in limbo between homes has turned me into an ebenezer scrooge this season.
i love having a child old enough to help me out with the chores – especially the ones that would involve getting cold
happy birthday sunny
lest you think i’m this uber awesome mom, here’s how it all went down….
the cake took a little longer than i thought, so about 5:15 i sent out an s.o.s. to clint, who very kindly offered to pick up supper in town. (sunny won’t care, right?)
when clint came in the door about 6:00, i was still icing the cake with wren riding on my back in a baby carrier, the house slightly less than tidy, and three very excited (read hyper) kiddos.
after using up all their patience plus a little, i was informed that the boys didn’t care what the cake looked like, they just wanted to eat the thing! i quickly globed icing on the back side of the cake, traded clint the cake for wren, (who was also out of patience waiting for me to feed her) and the party was on.
i’m an “off the cuff” “wing-it” kind of gal, but between clint and hudson, my carefree days are past. yes, hudson made me a list of what kind of cut-out cookies i was to make
sunny’s birthday horsie
after trying to tough out a very nasty case of poison ivy all week long, (where i picked up poison ivy in the dead of winter is beyond me) i placed a rather desperate call to the doctor.
the very sympathetic doctor (inject a little sarcasm here) told me that if a patient calls in when they first get poison ivy and are miserable, they would generally order a prescription for them, but since i’ve made it this far, and poison ivy generally runs it course in 2-3 weeks, all i get is hydrocortisone cream.
moral of the story – it doesn’t pay to be tough
at grandma pat’s, hudson received a joke kit that contained all kinds of interesting objects.
let’s just say, you better watch your back