Just sittin' here

It's a sunny Sunday afternoon. I am eating a tomato sandwich. Well, make that two tomato sandwiches.

Life is good.

Insides of cupboards done

Since the kitchen renovation I never really organized the cupboards. I did that this morning. I am definitely going to make my 10 bag quota to Purple Heart on Wednesday.

Note to mommies who have little boys who one day you will want to do kitchen work: they open cupboards and close cupboards fast and think things are put away. They will not look for an open anything if they can go to the pantry and open a new one (I found 8, yes, 8 open bags of tortilla chips.) Silverware will be put away even if there are food chunks on them. (Mom! it came out of the DW! from #4)

This kitchen is now covered in post-it notes showing them where things go. The cupboards have been simplified to the point of bareness. But there is no longer an excuse for putting away things improperly (except laziness). There are labels on the shelves inside the cupboards and drawers.

Tomorrow to wash down the outside of the cupboards and walls. Or maybe the garage?

#6 Funny

I have been having this conversation with ladies at church. The topic is how to keep the kids butt in the pew for an hour. One of our tools is a picture book published by our church. For sacrament we pull that puppy out with #6 on our laps and whisper about the pictures. I know, not exactly silent but way better than the alternative.

Yesterday, we pulled out the book. She was already on my lap. I showed her this picture. Clearly David and Goliath.

Her response: No mom. Dat is Wawweee. (Larry the Cucumber-Veggie Tales)

Mom stifles her giggles.

Then I show her this picture. Clearly Jesus as a boy learning from Joseph in carpentry skills.

Her response: Dat Isaac.

I stifle my giggle again.

Then this picture. This is a picture from the Book of Mormon. It is a prophet named Abinadi before the evil King Noah. This is Abinadi telling Noah how rotten he is and right before King Noah sends him to be burned to death.

Her response? MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! Yelled as loud as she could.

Mom laughed out loud.

I think she was more reverent than me. smile

#4 is showing me the love

#4 is laying on the couch and out of blue he asks, "Mom? You wanna see my stash of guns?"

I knew exactly what he was saying in Boy Language. It was, "Mom. You are cool. I can trust you to see my guns. And I love you and want to share my most precious things with you." He scurried upstairs to get his stash and bring it down to show me. He showed me his Precious-es. (how do you pluralize Precious?)

As I write, he is sitting on top of his metal suitcase hiding his guns from his sister. "No! only boys can see! This is a one player game!" (the guns are made out of duplos)

He turned his case so #5 cannot see the stash and he is shooting her.


See? I am special.

September 14

That is the six week date from DH's shoulder surgery.

On September 14 I won't be the sole driver for this family. WooHoo! There are just some days I don't want to go anywhere. And for some reason these teenagers want to go somewhere all the time.

Roughly 2 weeks before school starts

Here that means it is decluttering season. I have already schedule Purple Heart to come pick up whatever I deem clutter. So, the bags have been rolling down the stairs and started filling up the front porch.

I hope to finish the upstairs today. That means the laundry monster must be tackled and the boys room. I have already done #4's desk area and I just sent him up to push everything out from underneath his bed. #1,2,and 3 are working on their desks because they know I am ruthless (#4 didn't see the entire garbage bag of stuff I took out of his area). Daddy set the standard today nothing but 5 things out on the top of their desk or dresser. Everything else must be in a drawer, box, or put away. I had to leave their room because the dust was so thick my head was pounding (gotta love a dust allergy). So, I will eat lunch, take an exedrin and head back to the battle.

Already done: linen cupboard, kids bathroom, laundry area, girls room, office (but not the closet)

Left for today: boys room and my room cause all the laundry is piled in there

Off to fill the crockpot for dinner. It is going to be a long day.

MOMMM!

Phineas does not hab a penis. He is a giwa. His name is not Phineas any wonga. His name is Jessica.

Jess

III

CA!


That news flash brought to you from #5.



Phineas is the kitten, remember?