When I made that resolution to "stay on top of things" last week, it wasn't so much a promise to keep the house up, dishes clean, laundry done, & dinner ready on time as much as it was an agreement to control any urges to go out and rob a bank.
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And with that understanding, I'm right on track. So far.
An apology to readers who may be overwhelmed at the sheer number of posts made in the last hour.
I had a little catching up to do.
I freely admit I have problems. Issues. Whatever.
One is that I tend to go a little overboard on things that probably don't matter that much.
Last month's issue happened to be school shopping for Andrea.
first-time school mom + shop-a-holic + school uniforms that apparently are only sold June - August + OCD = me needing a spreadsheet to figure everything out.
And that was just to buy.
So that Andrea could "decide what to wear" I pulled up pics of each of the uniform clothes online, printed out multiple copies of each, cut them out, matched up the different outfit combination possibilities, glued them, laminated them, cut them out, and then put magnets on the back so every Sunday Andrea can pick out all her outfits for the week and put them on the magnetic calendar hanging in her closet. (see pic above)
I know. Issues.
ps. for anyone curious, there are 30 different outfit combinations not including the 2 different colored long pants allowed (since it's still way too hot to wear them); so technically a kid (girl) can go 6 weeks without repeating the exact same outfit.
(a couple weeks late)
Andrea started pre-K on Aug. 24th. She was SOOO excited. After a year of putting on her backpack EVERY DAY and asking if I'd take her to school, the day finally came that I said, "Yes."
And like a good first-timer mom, I took a bazillion pictures, got there 45 mins early, cried, and took so long to leave that the teacher prompted Andrea to tell me that "it'd be okay; it's time to leave now."
Cool enough to randomly take you to the fire station?
Yeah, don't feel too bad for my girls that I'm whooped over their brother. Mark is obsessed with his girls.
LOVE LOVE LOVE this kid!
In Utah we were able to visit with my friend, Sarah (Birdsall) Huizingh. Funny enough, she has a son, Cade, who was born 12 hrs after Hyrum. Crazy, huh?
Here are the little birthday twins...
(Look how big Hyrum's noggin is in comparison! Heed!)
Really, though, this kid is an angel. Maybe he's getting extra credit simply because he doesn't have any of the difficulties that his sisters did. Don't know; don't care. I'm so whooped over this kid it doesn't really matter. Seriously - he still sleeps in our bedroom. We've even finally gotten bunkbeds for the girls so he could oust Lacie from the crib. Still can't give him up. He's way too fun to cuddle with in the mornings. Love. Love. Love.
Andrea loves to draw.
Loves.
In fact, if environmentalists knew exactly just how much she likes to draw, she might end up on a watch list for endangering trees.
She's pretty good, though, so the poor trees will continue to suffer at her expense.
She also likes to pose.
Lacie is in a transition stage right now that I don't enjoy. It's one where she sometimes needs a nap, but if she doesn't get it early enough and zonks out later, this is what she looks like around midnight-ish:
I am a bad person.
Seriously.
I have murder in my heart.
Nevermind that Lacie cries and tells me she is her best friend.
I don't care.
She stinks, she's messy and now she's leaking. 3 strikes, time to go.
Actually, it's not that I want to be the one to kill her -- my dang compassion is what started it all. I couldn't let her starve to death. Lame.
I should have let her wither away, but I didn't. That earns me points, doesn't it?
Problem is, she's indestructible. We've poisoned her, starved her, let her live in her filth, gone weeks before changing her nasty water; and now today I find her tank has all but completely leaked the water out. I actually kind of rejoiced. Surely she couldn't have survived that. Yet I pick up her tank and there she goes -- flopping her tail. Argh!
Why won't you die?!
Whatever.
I'm done with her now.
Andrea's at school. I prepped Lacie. We've said good-bye. I have a movie on to divert attention...
