when I wasn’t so busy documenting it.
Weird right?
The task of importing and posting my pictures {which have increased in number significantly} is almost impossible these days.
{Which means most of these are un-edited.}
I mean, I guess I could give up my daily 10 minute nap…
Priorities.
The weather is still as rainy as all get out.
With brief reprieves every couple of days.
This basically translates to my patio being covered in metal furniture in need of a good sanding and spray paint job.
And my new patio set just sitting outside getting soggy.
I can’t think about it too much, it’s depressing.
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Other things I can’t think about: how often these two boys had to be told not to lick their fingers after handling raw egg and chicken for our fried chicken dinner.
No one died.
I never have to remember where my phone is, she does it for me.
Bennett killing me at the matching game.
How we do lunch.
Meg reading to Bennett.
Bathtime.
She is not getting potty trained.
No.
Here she is doing what’s called mimicking.
Which is what happens when your mom is in the bathroom,
you yell at her,
bang on the door,
figure out how to open it,
see what she’s doing,
and then insist on doing the same.
Well, almost the same.
I would NEVER use this much t.p. My grandma taught me to use a few squares carefully folded.
We’re trying to come up with some roller derby names for her.
The one Bryce came up for me is Mother of Madness.
Egg dyeing.
This picture is a lie of contentment.
Peekaboo.
Librarian: are these books up here yours?
Me: No {Under my breath, just the ones I let her pull out while I was busy taking pictures and then couldn’t remember where they came from.}
Meg and Spencer every afternoon the sun is out and the t.v. has been taken away don on their sister’s soccer stuff and ‘practice’ in the backyard.
Easter, the holiday where the pretty spring dresses are covered with jackets and paired with boots.
I don’t know anymore.
The older four started swim lessons.
Basically Bennett cries the entire time.
That’s not even an exaggeration.
I wish it was.
So do all the other parents.
Hope the sun is shining where ever you are.
And if you have any fun roller derby names…you know what to do.
Katie
