Pen’sieve

My children are driving me abso-freakin-lutely spittin’ cherry pits moonbat crazy! In the last 5 minutes I have watched Thing 2, who is 5, climb halfway up my stairs, on the outside of the banister, then drop onto the monster dog’s bed with a huge crash and a loud “AWESOME!” I’ve watched Thing 1 (who is 7) do her version of the ‘pee pee’ dance. Then Thing 2 had to show me his version, which of course involved flopping and convulsing on the floor. Then there was the battle over the wiimote. And they’re both smacking gum as closely to my ears as is humanly possible without getting gum in my hair. The Hubby is playing some shoot-em-up-splatter -blood-game on his computer and pretty much just hiding in the office.

We got back from our camping trip yesterday, we spent a week camping in the woods at Lake Michigan. The Things whined and fussed and fought most of the time and Hubby and I were pretty cranky, too. So we packed up a day early and made it home at about 4am today. So the van is still packed to the gills. And that includes our toothbrushes. And obviously my patience, too.  Because for the love of all that is blue and green if Thing 2 doesn’t stop kissing me I’m going to dropkick him across the ever loving house! Ok, time for lunch. Drive thru it is.

I just asked the Things what they wanted from Arby’s. Thing 2 wants 71 french fries. Huh. Sounds good to me too. See ya’ll later.

Before I was married, I dreamed of having a house full of mean little red-headed boys.  My friend Jessica has two beautiful freckle-faced boys with dark red hair and mayhem in their eyes. My friend Kari has three boys with red hair and evil grins. I love them all. However, God, in His infinite wisdom, only blessed me with one. May I just say, THANK YOU! I have no idea what I would do with more than one boy. Yesterday, we were in the shoe store  trying to find shoes that made him run faster and I was kneeling in front of him attempting to put socks on his feet. He’s growling at me “BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!” I didn’t say anything at all to him but I gave him “those” eyes and he immediately got silent. Then, as he’s looking directly into my heart, he mouths “blah“.  Thank you Lord, for making him funny.

So school starts Monday, and I can’t tell you how ready I am. I have a new notebook, I have new shoes, I even have a new shirt. Oh, and the kids have new stuff too, hehheh. I let Sarah pick out her shoes, she had to have dressy ones for church and chapel, gym shoes, and then casual shoes. She picked out glittery silver dressy ones, pink tennis shoes, and Hannah Montana boots.  She’s so cool. Course, she’s worn the boots out in the rain today so they might not last the weekend. We’ll see.  I had to force Jack into gym shoes, and dressy shoes for chapel just didn’t make it. I got him boots and we’ll hope that’s ok.

Ok, so I’ve got to remember to finish a post when I start it. It’s now 3 weeks into school and I no longer have any idea what I was thinking when I began. Oh well, such is life. So school is going great, I was a little concerned that Jack would not want to go, especially when he called his teacher a big dumb girl, but she’s also very pretty and very young and very blond, that seems to help quite a bit.  He’s actually upset that he only gets to go 3 days a week, he wants to go every day. Some days I think “NO, he’s too young, let me keep him little just a little longer.”  But most days I seriously consider it.

Sarah’s only complaint so far is that the books she’s been given to read are too easy for her.  She is supposed to read them each three times and after the first time she’s pretty much got it memorized. “Mom, I can read it with my eyes closed, watch”. And then she does. So I picked up the “Dick and Jane Treasury ” I had bought years ago and she got so excited. “You mean I get to read that whole big book?”  And then she opened it and read a little to herself, looked up and me and with the straightest face and most monotone voice she says “Oh oh oh. Look look look. Mom Mom Mom. Boring boring boring.” Guess she’s gonna start Crime and Punishment next.

So J’s work seems to be going well. His side business has slowed down a bit but I keep hearing rumors that changes are coming so we’ll have to see about that.

Let’s see, so what else.  I’m doing well,  involved in 2 bible studies and a “Creative Corrections” class for the semester. I’m really enjoying all 3, although the CC hasn’t started yet. One study is a Beth Moore on Esther, it’s wonderful. I just love her. And she’s southern so I feel right at home.  The other is my regular Tuesday morning study that I’ve been out of for many months. A friend and I went back this morning and I can’t believe I’ve stayed away for so long. Thank you, Linda, for your wonderful heart and beautiful teaching. And thank you Lord for Linda!

Ok, it’s late and I’m tired. Time to wrap this up and hit the hay. I’ll post more later, I’m working on a tough devotional one. Say a prayer for me, it involves all sorts of worries of mine. Love ya’ll!

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Here’s S’s “best friend ever ever ever”, and they had just been given two dresses that are identical in look and very close in size, they were thrilled. J just loves to have his picture taken.

We’re trying to get into camping and we’ve already been once. We had a really good time but I had no idea ho much WORK it was. I spent a whole day getting ready then a whole day getting cleaned up before and after were were even at the campsite. We’re going again this weekend, I’m already getting ready for it.

Oops, just noticed the time. Gotta go, still got things to do tonight. Good night, all!

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So the top picture is what happens when you let your 4 year old daughter dress your 2 year old son. Note the painted toes, too. I did S’s for 4th of July with one side blue with white starts and the other side red and white stripes. Little J had to have his done, too. Hey, at least it’s not pink, right? Although I had to take the pink off to get the blue on. He really is all boy, though, so don’t worry about him. He’d rather bang the Barbie’s heads together than anything else and he can already throw harder and farther than S. And when a toy doesn’t work for him he whacks it and throws it down and moves onto something else.

The second is my beautiful dainty girl. I told J last night I just know she’s going to be the one in preschool that eats the paste. She picks her nose just to eat the boogers and gross me out. And she does it when she knows I can’t get to a tissue fast enough. “Look and this BIG booger Mama!” gulp. It’s gone.

Well, we’re off to the grocery store. More later….