The kids and I woke up and made a paint
supply trip to The Depot first thing. And since then I have been working like
mad to get my portion of the entertainment center painted. The kiddos make
their way indoors every now and again and bark at me to hurry the crap up. And
then they look at the almost completely white entertainment center that I have
been slaving over and concede that they can’t tell a bit of a difference in
where I have painted and where I haven’t. Brats! Seriously, like I’m in here
sitting on my behind, blogging, or something.
But really, they’re just anxious to get
on the road. Its summertime and we’re hanging with cousins again this week. It
will be the third cousin hurrah since school got out. There was Memorial Day
weekend, and then Jami and the kiddos spent a few days at our pad last week, and
now we're headed to “The Farm”. The kids have orchestrated huge plans {Brookie
called last night with a “what to pack
list” – a cup, a flashlight, and an umbrella were included}.
Last week while
the kids were running amuck around Brooklyn’s Playground I told Jami that I was
‘letting go’ this summer. I motioned toward Brynlee - dressed in a long sleeve
cream rhinestone shirt, pink leggings and a brown ruffle skirt - she’s dressing
herself this summer, I explained. Whatever’s in the closet is free game and
I’ve promised myself to let her be the boss of her own wardrobe. Whatever goes,
goes. And I will not be offering my unwanted opinion. My argument: I
volunteered in her first grade classroom at least once a week this last school
year and wanna know what? They all look like a bunch of hobos. Every single one
of them. And really, why should Brynlee be denied that privilege.
Jace counted
every page in the hymnal yesterday during Sacrament Meeting – 341. My favorite
is the twenties: henty-one, henty-two, henty-three. And then when he got over
two hundred he’d say: two and henty-one, two and henty-two, two and henty-three.
So cute.
Marlee got a
brand new bruise across her forehead. Took a nose dive off the step stool
straight into the cabinet, bless her little monkey baby heart.
I never got my
pumpkin seeds started indoors this spring. So, on a whim, I sprinkled a cup of
seeds that had been sitting in the garage since last fall’s pumpkin carving all
over an empty flower bed, added water and ignored. Didn’t even cover the things
in dirt. Turns out they grew just fine that way. There’s got to be over 60
little pumpkin plants growing out there. When I get home later this week I will
have to pull all but two or three out, but holy
cow!
Jerry came over
and put some chicken poo on our lawn over the weekend - its sorta nice having a
True Green hook-up. It’s all about
who you know, people. Anyway Jace was certain Grandpa had brought some of his
cows over to live at our house. Smells just like Grandpa, Jace told me. Don’t
worry dad, I corrected him and told him it “smelt
like money!”
Anyway, the paints dry. Time for the final
coat. And then I’m hitting the road. I’ll be listening to country music and
dreaming about life. It’s what I do when I travel without Spencer.
Also, I realize that I just announced to
the internet that we are planning on leaving town for a few days. A word of
advice, don’t try to rob my house: I’ve adopted a few dogs from Oneida County . They will be watching over the place while we're gone.
And also, Spence will be home.
Finishing the entertainment center, I
hope.
