Grandad Santa comes to town

Santa: Have you been doing what you're told right away?
Shiloh: Well I did once.

Santa: What should I bring for your Dad?
Hannah: cooking mitts!


This one of Levi and Santa is him whispering what mom should get.
More pictures and hopefully a video on facebook! ('course we all know how long it takes me to figure out anything technilogicalish.)

inspiring social abberation

I went shopping with a friend who is staying with us last night. It was snowing. The kind of snow that comes straight down, not falling but floating. So when we were done putting our groceries away I lifted my face to the sky to catch fat fluffy flakes in my mouth. Suddenly, I was hit in the chest with a snowball.

It wasn't the snowball that was odd, it was the culprit who threw it. About ten feet away, in the almost empty parking lot stood a woman laughing out loud. Not a menacing laugh, but a cheerful belly laugh. My friend burst out laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. What could I do but join in?

It was late and we had left Alex alone with six small children, so there wasn't time to chat in the parking lot, but as we drove away I wish there had been. It occurs to me that she is the kind of person who will keep you from taking your life to seriously. With her slightly greying hair, laugh lines, and fabulous aim, this random woman made me laugh more genuinely than I have in a good while.

chaos

I am taking six kids (four of them under 5) to playgroup and shopping today. The part that makes me insane is that I am actually looking forward to it.

*sigh*

We put Grover down today. Now we are eating ice cream and watching movies. Poop.

A deep breath

As I was sliding down the street to home this morning I was excited to see the snow melted from around my yard and learn that no more of it had entered my house. Yay!

We are decorating today. Scented candles, a rosemary mini-tree and pots of freezer soup simmering in the crockpot and on the stove has made my kitchen smell tremendously welcoming. Today I am going to unpack a few boxes, bake some cookies, sort and tidy, and enjoy my children.

Today I am going to finish recovering from the rest of the week and put up more pictures so I will have reminders of why a job, a duvet, and a basement aren't what give my life meaning. Maybe those reminders will help curb the incredible whining I am capable of next time there is a glitch in my plans. Today I am going to take a deep breath and a chill pill.

A series of unfortunate events

Apparently I am just as stubborn as I seem, maybe more.

The basement flooded today. I considered using the shrunken, matted llama wool (as mentioned in a previous post) to soak up the water in the pantry. It seemed a tragic picture that would satisfy the universe that hates me.

My children spent the evening speculating what would happen if we didn't get the water to stop and how long it would take to flood their rooms. Then Shiloh was trying to convince her younger sister that it would be cool to swim in the basement. This will all be very funny when the carpet is dry........

Mom brought me some wine. I will be having a glass or two tonight and I will probably be praying (as described a few posts ago).

Ah blog therapy, I almost feel as though sanity will someday come again......