I Tried…and Sometimes That is Good Enough

Most of you have probably heard of Operation Christmas Child.  Well our church is participating and our children’s ministry is doing a big emphasis on it with our kids.  Elle came home from church on Sunday with her shoebox and was on a mission to rummage through her bedroom to find things to donate to a child in St Louis.  Well…the heart was in the right place but she got the details a little mixed up.

This afternoon I was telling her more about the program & how we will go shopping tomorrow and buy gifts for a child in a different county.  We talked about how blessed we are to live where we live, to have a warm home filled with toys, food and clothes.  The conversation was good…but it quickly went down hill.

I was specifically talking about how the gifts will to go kids in other countries and she insisted that HER gift go to a girl in Antarctica.  Sigh.  So I shift to gears and started in on a geography lesson talking about how it’s too cold for people to live in Antarctica.  Yada, yada, yada…  Then she interrupts with this gem of information, “I’m wearing 2 pairs of panties!”  What?  1.  What in the world made you think about that at this moment.  2.  Why are you wearing 2 pairs of underwear?

Sometimes I really try hard to take my parenting out of survival mode…and sometimes I get nowhere.

Marital Woo

Me:  Pais, that smell’s awful!  Did you poop?

Pais:  Yep.

Me:  Ok, let’s change your diaper.

As I am laying her down to changer her diaper, my phone rings.  I glance at the caller ID and notice that it’s Joe.  

Me:  Hey, can I call you right back.  I’m in the middle of a BIG poop.

Joe:  Ok?

Me:  WAIT!  I mean a big poopy diaper.  I’m not pooping.  I promise.  This is awkward.  I’ll call you back.

I continued to laugh through the entire (non-poopy – that was some nasty gas she passed) diaper change.   And then I called him back and we both laughed.  

Happy Birthday, Mr McGill.  Welcome to 30.  Can’t wait to grow old with you.

Birthday Boy & his Old Lady

Craft Fail

The actual time that I have for a good craft project is severely lacking, but that doesn’t stop me from “pinning” away like crazy on pintrest.  My list of dream projects is growing by the minute.

This mirror stole my heart and I immediately knew that I wanted to recreate it in my kitchen.

Adorable, right?

So I bought all the supplies, rolled up my sleeves and got going.  The red spoons I bought weren’t quite the right shade of red…so spray paint to the rescue.  Yes.  I spray painted 150 plastic spoons.  The mirror I purchased as a party store.  I used hot glue to attach the spoons to the mirror.

All went well…at first.  Joe helped me hang the mirror (not something easy to do when the exterior edge is covered with hot glued plastic spoons).  It was hung perfectly so I quickly grabbed the window cleaner and wiped the finger prints away.  We stepped back to admire our handy work and LITERALLY 4 seconds later about 5 spoons fell off.  Plink, plink, plink.  AND the plinking hasn’t stopped.  Daily.  We’ll be quietly sitting in the living room and “plink, plink, plink”…followed by some groaning on my part.  I’ll close to door to the garage and “plink, plink, plink”.  This what is currently hanging in my kitchen.

Mirror Fail

I’ll be trying to find another glue option is weekend…otherwise I’ll be patching the holes created to hang the mirror.

One entertaining thing is that the girls have decided to take the spoons when they fall to decorate the potted plants.  So our plants all have spoons planted in the soil.

15 Minutes from Bread Co

I have 15 minutes to myself (I escaped work early to hit up Costco without children. You’re jealous of my exciting life, aren’t you?).  I have 15 spare minutes so I swung into Bread Co to blog.  Just wanted to share my stellar moment from last night.

Last night I was alone in the car, stopped at a 4 way stop light.  It was late.  No one was at the other 3 parts of the intersection yet our light was red…and seemed to stay red a bit too long for my tired body.  I may have started talking to the red light.  Politely asking it to change to green.  “You know that you want to turn green.”  At that point I glanced to my right only to see a car full of high school boys staring at me.  Lovely.  So what does any self-preserving 30 year old mom do?  I continued to talk to myself.  Surely the boys next to me would think that I had one of those fancy cars with a built in phone system, right?  Yup, I continued to fake talk to myself self in the car so a bunch of  16 year old wouldn’t think I’m crazy.

What have you done recently to cover up your crazy???

Odds and Ends

• Who in the public school system decided that a soft pretzel and cheese dip is a good idea to serve as an ENTREE to our children?  Seriously.  (FYI:  Elle will be bringing her lunch that day.)
• My friend Aimee is blogging.  And she’s such a gifted writer, you must check her out.
• Elle came home super excited on Thursday because her class got “THREE RECESSES!”  I asked why they received the extra recess, assuming they had earned it for good behavior.  Nope.  H threw up in the classroom.  H,you know, the kid that sits directly across from her at their table.  Lovely.  And so it begins.
• My husband is a saint, people.  I am going out of town on 2 separate girls only trips on back to back weekends in October.  You would think that if I could convince him to solo parent 7 days then I would be able to sweet talk him into a new blog header.  Wrong.
• Elle & Paisley are participating in a charity fashion show later this week.  People, this is going to be epic.  One of Elle’s favorite things to pretend is she is a model on Project Runway.  She has the model walk perfected.  I promise to have the camera ready and the video camera fully charged.