Okay. This is a boring week. I went a wrote everything and nothing especially funny happened. We had a really fun week, just nothing really to report. Sorry. Lots of outside time. Lots of parks. My kids are slide hogs and get along long enough to terrorize the playground. Lots of tantrums. Jacqueline and Blake both had random throw ups on separate days. I'm thankful for owning a carpet cleaner. Thankful for being able to leave the windows open.
Look at these cuties on our Sunday walk. Every single one of them fell at some point and scraped their knees. It happens a lot. We've got summertime bumps and bruises.
I have a stomach ache. And we fed the missionaries tonight. That makes me feel real good. But I've been getting this same stomach ache every once in a while, so I've been trying to think of what I ate tonight that I maybe don't eat every day ...but then I realize that it's all my favorite things - cheese, sour cream, avocado - so maybe I'll just ignore it. I actually think I didn't drink enough water today. We'll go with that. I got back from mutual, needing to lay in the fetal position, but the girls were still up and in the hallway, naked. Blake had taken off her diaper and peed on their bed. What a little turd. I think we're going to take another go at potty training. She's ready.
Yesterday I got hamburger out to thaw to make spaghetti, a nice easy meal. At dinner time I realized we didn't have pasta, so I ran to the store to get some. Got some bread too. Came home, husband started cooking the meat, I got the pasta in and started cutting the bread. I cut my finger with a serrated knife - like a saw motion cut, right on my fingertip and into my nail - it's really going to mess up my gardening. Then I went to pull out the sauce, we didn't have any. D'OH! Husband ran BACK to the store. Stupid easy meal. But Husband did get a different sauce than me and it was really good. And we both bought Nutella on our grocery excursions.
Jac ate a blue frosting cookie. I made sure Blake didn't get a blue one, cause she makes everything a disaster - so this is the best case scenario:
After this picture everyone got thrown in the bath. A daily occurrence now. While everyone still had wet hair (even Wade) they all escaped outside and got into the soot from the grill - a fine layer of silt on each of them.
Jac is the photo star this week. She found the dress up heels. A lot of tip tip tapping and then falling flat on her face.
So glad when daddy comes home! Oh, and this stupid ball has been making everyone cry all the time! And it keeps rearing it's ugly head from the depths of the basement to wreck havoc.
Girls can buckle themselves into their car seats!!! They don't always do it, but they can. Now if I just get Blake out of diapers. This week. Whenever people are sooooooo helpful and say annoying things like, "Just wait until they're teenagers." Thanks for that, but I always reply that I'm just looking forward to the time that they can wipe their own butts and buckle themselves into their car seats - and here I am, nearing that day! Well, actually, no one wipes their own bum, causing potty training and wiping are two separate battles.
Look at my garden! Next week I'll have some alliums blooming and I should have my border in. I kept planting peonies last year and I thought they all died, then I bought two more this year, now everything I planted is coming up too, so I apparently have 6 peony bushes now. Ahhh, gardening is so much fun! And my kids love that they can just be outside all day - this is obviously my calling.
Hmmm, my stomach stopped hurting, I think I'll go have some ice cream.
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