Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Sad Shoes

These shoes just look sad. They should be. It's only October and Gavin has already managed to wear through his 'new school shoes.'
Does Nike make steel-toe-tennies? I'm not sure it would help. Gavin views new shoes as a personal challenge. His feet just can't be contained. Even summer flip-flops are no match for him.
So the bet is on. Monte (who is apparently living in some kind of fantasy land) believes that Gavin will only go through two additional pair of shoes this school year.
Me on the other hand, well I have a firm grasp on reality. I know that Gavin will have at least five pair of shoes (and don't forget winter boots) shredded before the school year is out.
The sad shoes have found their way to the garbage bin. Gavin is working on pair number two, and already they are no match for him. I broke out the glue... after a week. Monte's going to lose the bet. Maybe as soon as next week.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Can't Find Anything

You know life is getting way too complicated when everything seems to be lost. Where does it all go? Is there someone following me around moving things? How can it be that the chapstick that I keep in the same drawer, or the scissors that live in that junk drawer in the kitchen are mysteriously missing? How can they be missing! They're always in the same place!

And where is my camera cable? Is it hiding with that file that was on the corner of my desk? Why are only my things missing? Ask me where Gavin's black Bakugan is and I can tell you it's under the middle sofa cushion. Where is Benett's bankie? In the back seat of the van of course.
Who is going to help me put the puzzle pieces back in order? Monte's been working crazy long hours, so it's not him. Ellie is on 'the pink stuff' for her first ear infection, she's usually a good co-pilot... but the last couple of days she's been too busy crying. So I'm on my own... I usually work pretty good that way... until I get hung up on something silly. Example... could someone explain why Benett's shoe is full of sand? Doesn't he keep his feet in his shoes? How is there room for a pound of sand?

Even with all of the chaos, and sand, life is good. It really is.... good. Everyone is healthy. I love my husband and my messy children. I really feel fulfilled and blessed, despite my missing chapstick.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Sunday Mornings

These are my favorite days. The pace is markedly slower. The breakfast components 9 times out of 10 include syrup. And the conversation is much more.... interesting.

"Mom, I'm keeping my money safe in my armpit." Apparently, this is the seven-year-old's approach to a nest egg.

We learned that the middle one, who is two (going on 20), knows how to count to four. We learned this when I asked Oldest Son to please drink his milk.

Mom: "Do I have to start counting?"
Middle Son: "Bubba, One... Two... Three.... Four.... Eight...."

But my favorite exchange of the weekend, and not for the faint of heart... so if you're a sensitive it's best to skip to the end... is as follows:

Oldest: "*Toot*"
Mom: "Gavin please don't do that."
Oldest: "But Mom, if I hold it in, it will come out as a burp and you hate it when I burp at the table."

Enough said.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

And it Begins

I'm really not sure why, but starting this documentation process did become important... today. All at once. It caught me off guard. It's all I've been able to think about.

My brain has been working overtime trying to sort out the chaos that surrounds me. I've usually been pretty good at getting things back into order, but lately.... well, lately chaos reigns supreme.

This is, simply said, my way of putting the puzzle together, freeing those fleeting thoughts. Thanks for joining me!