"The real winners in life are people who look at every situation with an expectation that they can make it work or make it better." - Barbara Pletcher

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Weekend Fun

Sometimes, I feel like we have to leave the house to really have fun as a family.  When we stay home the laundry taunts me, I can't stop thinking about the stuff having a party under the beds, I feel like I should be pre-making meals and mopping my floor...and the yard...don't even get me started. 

Once we're loaded up and on the road, I have to relax.  Add a fountain Diet Dr. Pepper, and I may as well be in heaven.  Seriously.  Is there anything better than diet fountain cola in the afternoon? 

Toddlers who take their afternoon nap in the van?  The best.  

We headed about an hour out of town to see an air show.  We shuttled from a parking lot on base to the exhibits.  There was a Raptor demo going on in the sky above us, and the kids were so excited about the bus ride, they almost missed it!  :)

It was super windy, and really hot.  The girls and I had some hair issues starting with that bus ride!

Rugger is at prime air show age.  It was so blasted hot inside that plane, the girls and I bailed.  He checked it out on his own and headed out when he was done.  Loved it!

Funnel cakes at an air show?  Perfect.

Reise. Reise. Reise.  She is something.  Stole a seat in the shaded stroller after the boys hopped out when the snacks showed up, and politely requested bites of funnel cake every so often.  Genius.  

The Thunderbirds got pretty loud.

Some random passerby threw us 5 pairs of ear plugs.  Awesome!  I don't know if it was that loud, but it sure added to the excitement.

 Reise loved it when the Thunderbirds made an "e" in the sky, since there are "two of those in REISE!" 

We waited in line for 45 minutes to go sit in that cockpit. Worth it!

Toddlers who nap on the way home, too?  How'd we get so lucky? :)

Blessed by another fun weekend with my chickens... 

Choosing to love,

Friday, August 27, 2010

The Lasts

We have entered a season of "the lasts".  The last warm days.  The last late nights.  The last summer swim.  The last trip to the sprayground.  The last Jacob's Well block party.  Sigh.

Ryleigh put herself in charge of a chair at the face painting table. 

Reise and Maeson did their fair share of painting...themselves, each other, Rowen, me.

I drove home looking like this. 

A nice looking college-aged girl was allowing my kids to paint on her arm, so I felt obligated to let them paint on mine.  It's all fun and games until you're smearing it all over before those thick globs finally dry.  :) 

Rugger put himself in charge of cutting the tops off people's ice pops. 

Basically a clever way for him to have free access to the ice pops all night.  Somehow he managed to eat almost 3 hot dogs as well.  The last 1/2 of his 3rd hot dog was pretty much ripped out of his hands and given to his little screaming brother.  Don't worry, he had ANOTHER hot dog with a bun when we got home.  This was after he ate dinner at home before the party.  Lord, please return before these boys eat me out of house and home.

Speaking of the screaming brother...hello, MOLARS. 

Thank you, Lord.  Molars mean that this phase of short-tempered ridiculousness, with the screaming, crying, whining, ETC. will end eventually.  Then, he can return to his normal naughty, spoiled, two-year-old self.  YES!!!  I could cry, I'm so happy.  Never mind the bruise on my finger after being bitten this afternoon, which led me to check for the molars in the first place.

Rowen was feeling pretty good about his interactions with Jake The Dog.  And, I think Jake is smiling in this picture.

We'd never seen these lanterns before.  I thought it would be very Stuff Christians Like style to pin a meaningful note on each of the lanterns before they went up.  My cousin, Jenny, thought it was a very funny idea. 

Her mother, my Aunt Marcia, looked at me like I had grown another head.  I don't think she was offended, I think she just had no idea what I was talking about.  HA!

The last bits of summer.  Sad.  But, that just means we're entering a season of firsts, right?  The first football party is just a week away.  Who cares about the game?  Not me.  Sorry, Husker Nation, I know I'm just asking to have my house egged for even thinking that.  I fully participate in the party portion of football season! :)

Choosing to love,

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Riding With The Big Dogs

Oh, Rugger.  My daring, fearless 5-year-old.  It's not enough for you to ride a normal bike on smooth pavement.  I promised I wouldn't let my fear of you killing yourself hold you back.  I love your personality, which takes "all boy" to a whole new level, in my opinion.  Seriously, I promised.  And I meant it. 

Until we got there.

I tried to convince him that it was too dangerous once we got there, I totally chickened out!  Ryleigh warned him that if he fell, and mom had to come out there and help him, it would be SO embarrassing. 

We hemmed and hawed.  Stalled.  Watched.

Looking cute now...

...then fell under the bleachers.  Every time!  I promise you, that kid falls off bleachers and picnic tables every single time.  It's gotten comical.

Next thing I knew...

He's amazing!  It took him ONE fall to learn to pedal (pedal, Pedal, PEDAL!!!!!) to get up those ramps.  A very nice 17 year old boy helped him out after that first fall.  (Thanks, Ty! I'm sure we'll be seeing you around, and I hope I meet your mom, she raised you right!) 

He is a fast learner, and he's really aware of his abilities.  He likes a challenge, but he knows when to stop.  I think.  I think that's why we haven't made more ER trips with him. KNOCK. ON. WOOD.  

Reise got mad because I told her to wait and see if her stomach settled after her 5th cinnamon roll...

"I love you so much!"

"I love you so much I'm going to pinch your face off!"

Ryleigh cheered the whole time. "R. U. G. G. E. R"  (This was after he made it through the entire track with no spills, and said "SEE, Ryleigh, that wasn't embarrassing!")

Many fun times on the horizon, I have a feeling.  I love this kid.

I needed a fun, relaxing night to refresh and recharge half-way through this week!  Praise the Lord for an awesome night out with my favorite chickens. 

Bring on the rest of the week! 

Choosing to love,

office hours open: 1-3pm

I have decided to stop thinking before 1pm.  When there are so many small children in my house, needing me to talk to them, get them something, or clean them up...it's impossible for me to have a full thought.  So, I end up with a million half-thoughts, and by noon I'm a wreck.  All of a sudden, instead of plugging away at my to-do list and slowly but surely getting through the day productively, I'm overwhelmed and a cup of spilled milk away from losing my marbles completely.

I am not easily overwhelmed.  I work best under pressure.  It always works out.

Even the JDRF garage sale (10 days away) which I haven't dedicated more than two full thoughts towards.  And, the JDRF walk t-shirts, which I've given even less thought towards.  And, somehow I always get lunch pre-made and my house half-way picked up before my sitter comes on Thursdays.  And, even if I didn't, I pay her good money, and she's one of my best friends, so she wouldn't care!  And, if I miss that sale and don't get my peaches dirt cheap, my world will not crumble.  Really, it won't.  Right?  And, just because we're not starting school until Monday doesn't mean my kids aren't learning.  Their brains will not turn to mush.  Really! 

So, I'm going to make myself a few lists, organize my next few weeks on a for real calendar, and I guarantee that by 3pm I will be laughing at myself for being so ridiculous.

It's too nice outside to be sitting around thinking, anyway.

I. Love. Them.

Choosing to love,