Two big things

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Thursday, April 28, 2011 at 8:24 PM


Did I mention Dev was getting glasses? He is. I mean, he did. He has a slight astigmatism in both eyes, like his father, and I am hopeful that (like his father) it will clear up as he grows and he will no longer require vision correction.

But for the time being, he is thrilled to wear them (I must make them seem very, very cool) and I think he looks pretty adorable.

He also lost a tooth today. (Does anyone want to buy one of my kidneys? Because this kid is going to have me paying back the orthodontist until I go to my grave. That little situation comes from my genetic line too, I'm sorry to say.)

Altogether, I think he's looking very grown-up indeed. What with Prince William getting married tomorrow and all, maybe he can be the new world's Most Eligible Bachelor?

Old times' sake

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Wednesday, April 27, 2011 at 9:51 PM


I am sitting here with the man I fell in love with 14 years ago, doing exactly what we used to do when we were in high school without a care in the world: eating Easy Cheese and club crackers, listening to Dream Theater.

Life is so, so good.

Giveaway notice (not for me, silly)

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on at 8:18 AM


I had an idea for a blog last night but then I couldn't bring myself to execute it. Just too much work after an already long day.

(I mostly like blogging every day, because it gets me in the habit, and hopefully will get me more readers, but some days I just plain don't feel like I have anything to say! Oh well).

But then I remembered something I wanted to get out there. A good friend of mine is a doula and childbirth educator, and has recently started her own business. She just got 100 "likes" on Facebook and is having a giveaway to celebrate! So if you are expecting in the Phoenix area, or know someone who is, or ever might be, then hop over to her blog and/or Facebook page and check her out! Who couldn't use an all-expenses-paid date night?

Royal Pain

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Monday, April 25, 2011 at 7:43 PM


So, I'm just warning you: this week, my blog is going to be sparse and/or largely concerned with the literally hundreds of hours of programming on my DVR pertaining to every conceivable aspect of the upcoming royal wedding.

So, if you think it's lame, or I'm lame (you can join my husband in that corner) then I suggest you come back next week.

I've been waiting all day to sit down with a chocolate something-or-other and get to plowing through all my shows (although I am planning to iron while I watch, so I'm not a complete waste of space).


A Day in the Life

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Friday, April 22, 2011 at 7:59 PM


6:30 am: Iris puts her fat face right in my face and kisses me on the mouth. I don't really care what time of day this happens, I always love it.

6:32: David gets up. I go back to sleep. I don't know what Iris does.

7:00: I hear Eve chattering out there somewhere, so I get up. David leaves for work. I do (some of) the absolutely crustified dishes in the sink - I'm still reeling from making a double giveaway batch of friendship bread 2 days ago. Eve does some watercolors:

7:20: Cleaned up one mess, time to make another one. Scrambled eggs and raisin toast with butter and cinnamon sugar. Uuuuuuummmmmmmmm.

7:30: Breakfast is ready just as Devlin strolls into the kitchen. Perfect.

7:32: I remember I am doing this blog post. Crap. Better start taking some pictures and writing stuff down.

7:35: Eat, clean up kitchen some more. This is going to be an ongoing process.

7:48: Send kids in to get dressed. I continue cleaning.

7:58: I get dressed for the gym. Iris comes into my room wearing her Pull-Up from last night and a button-up polka dot cardigan, on upside down. Will you ever forgive me for not taking a picture of this?

7:59: I tell her to go back and get dressed.

8:03: Iris comes into my room wearing nothing. Downgrade.

8:07: A few more last-minute touches on the kitchen, run the dishwasher. Yes, it's the kind of day when we run the dishwasher at 8 in the morning. And after all this cleaning, when we leave the house the kitchen looks like this:

8:08: Eve and Iris are trying to kill each other. This is, to the best of my understanding, because Iris wanted to get dressed "DO IT MAAAAAHHHHSEEEELLLLFFFF!!!" and Eve was trying to help her.

8:09: Iris dresses herself.

8:11: Leave for gym. I notice our recycling bins are not rolled out and pray the truck doesn't come before I get back because I don't have time to go back and do it now.

8:25: Arrive at gym. Drop off kiddos at childcare. This is what they look like. Everyone dressed themselves, Iris's shoes are on the wrong feet, no one's hair is combed. Do not care.

8:30: Aaaaaaaahhhhhh. A blissful, child-free, QUIET, sweaty hour of yoga, where I discover I can do something I thought I could not do. However, I am a long way off from being able to do it *and* take a picture of myself.

9:35: Pick up kids from gym childcare. Devlin gets his shoes and holds the door for Iris, who beams and sighs "Maaaaaamaaaaa!" Eve sulks and pretends not to see me. This is exactly how it happens every single time.

9:40: Drop by the house to grab 2 bananas and water for a snack before heading out to a fun little boutique thing. (Seriously, do you still not read I Heart Mesa so you can find out about this stuff too? Go on, the boutique is tomorrow too, and just tell them I sent you over. It's going to be fine.)

9:41: Notice neighbor rolling his bin back up the driveway. Dang it. Missed the truck.

9:49: Leave for boutique

10:00: Drop by bank to deposit check, type boutique address into GPS.

10:05: GPS is wrong. Pull into McDonald's parking lot to get bearings. Kids lose their sweet little minds and beg to go in and have lunch. (Remember, they have eaten twice in the last two hours.) I smile an evil smile and bribe them with lunch at Mickey D's if they are good at the boutique. They enthusiastically agree.

10:10: Arrive. Whoa, cute!

10:11: Eve has permission to wander, within sight of me, GENTLE GENTLE GENTLE, with a one-strike-and-you're-out policy for overenthusiastic rocking of antique cradles or twirling within arm's reach of, well, anything. Devlin sits on a bench with my phone to play Angry Birds. Iris is in Hedgie Prison (the stroller.)

10:12: I'm looking for a chest or something to keep our TV-watching, fort-building blankets in. The current system is Not Working For Me. This is pretty good, but a little too "shabbied up" for me, and more than I want to spend:

10:15: Well, hello there. $45. You might just work.

10:25: I can't take the stroller in the house to look at the rest of the stuff, so I park it outside and sit Devlin in it to watch my purse. I carry Iris. This cannot last long.

10:27: It doesn't. Iris gets to wander for approximately 3 minutes before she gets herself buckled again. Little wild thing:

10:30: I decide to buy the little blue cabinet. I do not have any cash. Gee, I was just at the bank a few minutes ago, that would have been a really good time to think of that.

10:38: Back at bank. Wheeeee! Good thing we have audiobooks in the car so even the driving is interesting. (We're working our way through the Chronicles of Narnia - Prince Caspian at the moment).

10:55: The table is mine and it's in the van! I love my van. Everything fits in there.

11:08: After some deliberation about which location is both on the way home and least likely to be populated with, well, the kind of people you often see at McDonald's, we head to the outpost at Country Club and McKellips. The kids really do deserve it. They were great at the boutique.

11:15: Note pre-teen boy in the photo behind our table. He was one in a series of children who were at this McDonald's for long periods of time in what appeared to be a caretaker role with several younger siblings. Never saw a parent. Best I can figure, the kids have off school today and the parents don't have off work. I guess if I was in charge of 4 younger siblings at the age of 11 I would take them to McDonald's too. Actually, that's what I do now. Nevermind.

11:25: I realize everyone else has had their picture taken today except me. I look, and feel, spectacularly unattractive. The other McDonald's patrons are probably wishing they had chosen another location not populated by unwashed, scantily clad mothers who sit and read while their children reach three-digit decibels on the playground. Keepin' it real.

11:45: Food eaten, the kids have been playing for ages while I surf and play on my phone, since I forgot the book I just started (The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo - yes, I like to do things 5 years after everyone else). I am actually starting to think I am an excellent mother for bribing them with trash food because they are having such a whale of a time playing in the playplace. I can hear snippets that lead me to understand they are explorers, with a "calculation fort", and Iris is apparently a monster.

11:50: I quietly disappear and come back with 4 little ice cream cones.

12:00: Eve has to go to the bathroom. NOW NOW NOW. I insist that she put her shoes on, because I was in that bathroom with Iris a little while ago and going in with bare feet will certainly, certainly result in her contracting syphilis or dysentery at the very least. She tries to remove her hands from her crotch to comply and looks at me, panicked. "I can't take my hands away or I will pee", she whispers.

12:01: I carry Eve to the bathroom and set her down on the toilet.

12:10: Hand sanitizer all around. Depart McDonald's.

12:30: Home. Iris in bed, reluctantly, placated with the promise of a Backyardigans episode when she awakes.

12:35: The big kids are doing various small chores as consequence for failing to put pajamas back in drawer upon removal, leaving shoes under kitchen table, etc etc etc. They have asked that I not yell, so I am handing out chores instead when I see something that makes me feel like yelling. It's every bit as satisfying, and they like it better. Win win. Thanks for the idea, Auntie Em!

12:37: While they unload the dishwasher, feed the tortoise, and locate my missing Buddha statue, I reorganize the "toy library" and take out the garbage.

12:50: I start Eve in a bath (she hasn't had her hair washed in at least 4 days) while I set to work on the dag blasted kitchen again.

1:05: Dev has a shower. I can never seem to leave enough time at the end of the day for this stuff. Is it just me?

1:13: Devlin and Eve try to come to an agreement about what show to watch (I'm so mean and only let them watch one). They cannot have a reasonable discussion even with me mediating it so I send them to separate rooms for a few minutes while they cool off.

1:15: Set the tortoise in his biweekly soak, prepare to mop the kitchen. It simply must be done.

11:18: Text from my sister. She's in Blythe, coming into town for her baby shower tomorrow. Yay!

1:19: Devlin and Eve resume show negotiations.

1:33: They finally come to a decision. After a number of false starts, they arrange to watch Devlin's show of choice (Mythbusters), but Eve gets to pick the episode without any persuasion from her brother, plus two future "draft picks" (aka she gets to choose the next two shows they watch together).

1:40: Put tortoise back in his tank, try in vain for three solid minutes to open the bottle of hand soap I just got so I can wash the "tortoise" off my hands. It's defective. Silently deliberate whether it is worth it to drive all the way back to Whole Foods where I bought it (15 miles) so I can return a $5 bottle of soap. Poooooooo.

1:45: I deserve something nice after all this work. I bring my new cabinet in the house and fill it with blankets!

1:55: I finally actually, really start sweeping the floor so I can mop it.

2:15: It is finished. Does this mean I can finally get a shower?

2:20: Make bed first. Then shower.

2:30: WOW, that felt amazing. Best shower ever.

2:45: I'm all ready to go. But I can hear Devlin and Eve playing in the other room, and they are getting along so well that I just decide to stay in my room so I don't mess it up. I text my friend, I read, I curl my eyelashes.

3:00: I cannot believe this. These two love to play together, but it doesn't usually last very long before it devolves into wrestling, jousting, or boxing. From the sound of it, though, they have devised an elaborate war strategy game involving plastic Easter eggs.

3:05: Emerge reluctantly to get Eve dressed for ballet.

3:10: Iris wakes up, bleary-eyed and wild-haired, and the first words out of her mouth are "Watch Bakigans?" She is very, very sad when I tell her we need to leave to take Eve to ballet, so I offer to let her watch an episode in the car as a compromise.

3:15: Leave for ballet.

3:30: Arrive at a dance studio that is entirely closed for Good Friday. Hmmm. Maybe I should start reading that blog they keep talking about so I can know about updates like this?

3:35: Go to Target, since that was what I was going to do while Eve was at dance anyway. We lost the girls' wide-tooth comb, and we simply cannot function without it. And there were...some other things too. Hopefully I can remember them while I'm in there!

3:40: Catch up on this entry in the parking lot.

3:45: Realize I forgot to put on deodorant. Good thing we're in Target. I think they sell deodorant.

3:50: I happily pay $4.91 for a drink and popcorn x3 as advance payment for good behavior in Target. I like bribery.

4:00: These carts need some dang cupholders. Three unsecured cups of Hawaiian Punch is not going to end well.

4:35: Leave Target for my parents' house. My sister and her husband are there with some of his family setting up for the shower tomorrow.

4:50: Does it look awesome or what?

4:52: Camera battery dies. I didn't get a picture to prove that I showered and got dressed today, but I promise I did.

4:55: We sit around and talk for awhile. So nice. Until Iris pees on her pants. Like, all over them. It's not really her fault. When you're a girl, and you have to sit to pee, and the toilet is designed for someone three times your size, sometimes it just doesn't work out. And then you pee on your pants, even though you're sitting on the potty. It's complicated.

5:40: We stop at home on the way to dinner to get Iris some new pants.

5:45: Arrive at Tia Rosa's. Enjoy, amazingly, a lovely dinner. Only one drink was spilled, and it was water. And Iris peed on her pants one more time, but other than that it was perfect.

7:10: Arrive home, put kids to bed.

7:30: Start this mammoth undertaking.

8:00: My parents, Jacob, and Emily come over and we spend the next 2 hours watching Auto-Tune the News, Rebecca Black, and the Double Rainbow video on the Apple TV. This is every bit as entertaining as it sounds.

10:30: Say goodbye to my family until tomorrow, and start wrapping this blog up!

11:45: Well, that was exhausting. I...just...if you think this is boring, please don't tell me. It took so long. Just say something nice, okay? Thank you, good night.

Eating pizza

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Thursday, April 21, 2011 at 8:06 PM


I don't have anything to say tonight.

It's been a stupid, dumb, boring day: the kind where you eat leftovers for every meal and the kids are fighting and everything you try to do sort of comes out, well, just stupid.

But it's over, except for the part where I sit on the couch with my honey and eat pizza, watch television, and troll craigslist for the perfect whatever whatever.

(I like that part.)

So I'm gonna go do all that stuff now, and not write anything nice for you - I just didn't blog yesterday, and it seemed like if I was going to disappear two days in a row I should explain myself.

Maybe tomorrow I'll do one of those "day in the life" posts to make up for it? What do you think?

More proof that I am an old fuddy duddy

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Tuesday, April 19, 2011 at 9:51 PM


In today's "Rachel is Old" column, which is apparently wildly popular, chock-full of material, and being picked up for nationwide syndication, I bring you:

the first time one of my children professed ardent love for a piece of culture, art, or music that I did not plant in their consciousness in some way.

Remember that time Devlin was in his school variety show? Somewhere on the program, a couple of kids danced to a song called "Dynamite", with which you are probably all familiar (I am told it is on heavy rotation on every radio station, excepting of course the ones I actually listen to. They're all funded by The League Of Uppity Culture Vultures - of which I am a charter member - and the government, and they don't typically play songs about "da club", or what one does with one's "crew" after hours.)

Anyway, I don't remember hearing the song, but Devlin assures me I did. When he came home from school today he begged me to find it in our music library (as if, kiddo) and when I informed him with a sniff that I had no such recording in my possession, he quickly directed me to iTunes where the song in question could be purchased for a mere $1.29.

(I'd like to take this opportunity to thank iTunes for allowing me to grant this harmless request without having to fork over $15 and bring an entire album of this drivel into my home. I don't think I could take it.)

So I clicked "buy", and it became mine, and we listened to it approximately 23 consecutive times. Devlin deployed his ladykilling "robot" dance moves, and sang along with such fervor that you would think he had actually been to a "club" not involving free mall carousel rides.

He knew every word.

I guess I have it pretty easy: I know plenty of kids much younger than Devlin whose parents are obliged to participate in Bieber Fever and worse (is there anything worse?) It was just kind of a sobering moment to realize that the passion and excitement he clearly felt for this music was not, in any way, fed to him by me. I did not approve it, I did not suggest it. He found this on his own, with a little help from his friends. His friends, who I know as surely as I know anything will gradually steal more and more market share from me as the years go by, until I'll be lucky if I even know what is going on in his life, let alone have any say in it.

I know he'll come around. I did. Kids who are raised right almost always do. But there will be, as they say, "a lot in between in the meanwhile".

The dam has shown its first hairline crack.

I hope we've built it on a strong foundation.

Hard questions

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Monday, April 18, 2011 at 10:14 PM


Today, I have had the opportunity to help Eve understand why some people have prosthetic arms, the workings of polygamist families, and weddings with two brides marrying each other.

I might be crazy, but I think this is one of the fun parts of parenting. It's so amazing to see them processing new information, making connections, putting these unfamiliar experiences into their own little framework. It's a full, wonderful, beautiful, ever-changing world we live in!

Luckily, she's still little girl enough to want to make a wedding dress out of a blanket and a flowered headband:

And facial hair out of pizza dough:

She's not quite all the way grown up yet!


Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Friday, April 15, 2011 at 7:06 PM


Dear Big Brain O' Mine,

You're really good at cooking up ideas. Plans, visions, hopes, dreams, etc. I appreciate your brilliant schemes to spruce up the master bathroom, paint the bar stools, redo the fireplace, enlarge the toy library, finish the entryway, and make the backyard a kid-friendly paradise, but until you can produce corresponding brilliant schemes for giving me eight extra hours per day and unlimited income, I would rather you just scale it down a bit.

It seems like I might later regret wanting to turn off part of my brain, but that's where I'm at today. Seriously, just STOP.

Overwhelmed and underfunded,

the Wizzle

Baby Iris

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 7:57 PM


"Baby Iris, are you a baby?"

"No, I a not a baby. I a BIG GIRL!"

"Is Baby Iris a big girl?"

{huge smile}


Getting Better

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 8:32 PM


Well, folks, I'll just start with this: today has been so much better.

Was it a great workout this morning (I started running, people - this is big)?

Or was it the fact that I finally mopped up the Unidentified Crystallized Purple and Orange Slime that has been crustifying under my kitchen table for the last several days?

Was it shrimp tacos for dinner?

Or an actual relaxed bedtime, with a real story read with inflection and two sweet girls on my lap?

Was it the fact that my big new beautiful compost tumbler (that I got for my birthday, in February) is now well on its way to being assembled and tumbling away in my backyard?

Or was it Devlin's little watermelon sprout that finally, finally poked up through the ground this morning?

I don't know. I don't care. The point is, today was happy. I'm happy.

I think the only thing that could improve upon my mood at this moment was if the laundry that I hear wrinkle-guarding in the dryer would fold and put itself away, and David came home from golfing with peanut butter cups.

{sigh of ecstasy}


Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Monday, April 11, 2011 at 8:17 PM


Today has just been a whopper of a day.

It's the kind of day where I feel like I never can, never will, measure up to the standards and goals I have for myself.

I spend all day, literally every waking moment, brushing pigtails

brushing teeth

wiping counters

wiping noses

washing dishes

washing undies

washing sand out of people's hair








saying no

saying no again

shouting no








At the end of today, I've done so many things, so badly, and I just came crashing into bedtime with a lump in my throat and a knot in my stomach and tears running that my face and I couldn't stop them. I tried to sniffle my way through The Napping House, but I couldn't get the words out.

I was pathetic.

And then something wonderful happened.

Iris turned around and buried her damp curls in my neck. She kissed my cheek, over and over. Devlin laid his head on my shoulder and stroked my hair. Eve crawled on my lap and hugged me as hard as she could.

And I cried even harder, because I have been grumpy, short-tempered, stressed out, and just plain mean all afternoon. That's not me being negative, or looking for validation, that's just the honest truth. And they earned that grouchy mom. I didn't deserve a hug, let alone three. I didn't deserve their love and affection at that moment. What I deserved was to be put to bed early, without a story or a song.

That's what I would have done to them.

I sobbed and held on to them for dear life, and when I could talk I told them I was sorry they had such a grumpy mom. I was sorry I wasn't more patient, more loving, less high-strung.

I asked them if they ever wished they had a nicer mom, a different mom.

Devlin looked up at me, horrified. "Mom! We could never want another mom! You're the best mom ever!"

I think I actually snorted. "Can you tell me more about that, Dev? What makes you say I'm the best mom ever?"

"Because you're my mom. I love you, no matter what happens."

And he meant it. They all meant it. (Kids are terrible liars.)

I love them so fiercely even when I want to kill them, or they're trying to kill each other, the way I would love them just as much even if they end up in jail, or on drugs, or starring in softcore Cinemax after-hours specials - nothing they could ever say or do would change the fact that they are my kids, and I am their mom.

I love them unconditionally, to the depth and breath of the meaning of that word that I never could have understood before.

And I don't think I ever really knew it until today, but they feel the same way about me.

Today still sucked. Lots of days suck. I don't think things are going to calm down for a long time. Maybe never. Some days I force myself to lower my expectations, down to the nubs, and some days I fight for the nice, tidy, peaceful, happy life I really want. Either way, nothing comes out how I want it to.

But I have three precious little people who, at the end of the day, always have a glass of water and a blanket for me (even if 9 times out of 10 they then knock over the water with the blanket), and I really think that might just be enough to get us all through.

Today by the numbers

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Friday, April 8, 2011 at 8:41 PM


Time Iris bounded into my room this morning: 6
Number of showers taken: 2
Number of haircuts given: 2
Number of Targets visited: 3
Number of Targets out of stock of the invitations I needed: 3
Number of pink items present in any given Target: 5,672,984
Minimum percentage of pink items I am required to verbally confirm presence of, per Iris: 95
Maximum distance, in inches, which I may walk away from shopping cart without setting off the Iris-shaped proximity sensor: 4.5
Duration, in minutes, of Iris's nap: 5
Number of therapeutic donuts consumed by yours truly: 2
Number of new sprouts in garden: 14
Number of days elapsed since packing up childrens' winter wardrobes: 7
Forecast high for tomorrow: 54
Number of times I elicited good behavior in Costco by threatening to eat all the childrens' frozen yogurt: 4
Duration, in minutes, of Devlin's home haircut: 47
Horsepower of lawnmower I will use next time this task arises: 6

Rainy days and (Wednesdays)

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Wednesday, April 6, 2011 at 8:13 PM


So much to love about today:

- the amazing, gorgeous, perfect weather

- the violet sky

- three sweet kiddos riding their bikes around our cul-de-sac while I make dinner (this is seriously paradise to me)

- being upright and ingesting food

- good friends and lemon meltaway cookies

- green beans (I really hope they're tasty, because as of now I have 6 very enthusiastic green bean plants and not very much of anything else)

- good news for people I love (jobs and babies, yay!)

- mopped floors

- getting the whole day tomorrow to rehearse and perform with that guy I married

- singing that music for the last time tomorrow night so we can move on to something else

- adding dozens of beautiful things to my ModCloth wishlist

- coconut chocolate chip cookies

- nice things fermenting on my kitchen counter

Make my night even happier and hit me with your favorite thing about this wonderful Wednesday!

In His Own Good Time

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Tuesday, April 5, 2011 at 7:55 PM


Please forgive my absence. I have been sick and have literally only left the couch to upload this blog fodder.

Devlin will be eight years old in September. He is becoming a young man (well, little by little.) He is learning and growing, at home and at school. He can tell you all about the Orion nebula or about capacitance and resistance, and we are working on more subtle, difficult things like how to be nice to his sisters and how to not eat like a bulldog with a jaw full of novocaine.

Yes, he is growing up.

But, until recently, there were two large, unsightly blemishes on the bloom of his young happy life (from his point of view, anyway): he was still in pull-ups at night, and he still had training wheels on his bike.

We have been happy to let him develop at his own pace, but a few weeks ago Dev brought the bedwetting issue to our attention. He was ready to see if we could do something about it. So after (what else?) a few hours of online research, we ordered this system and he was so on board.

I cannot believe I am about to say this, but this morning he woke up dry for the 14th straight time. According to the literature, the next step is to use the alarm every other night for the next two weeks, and then we can consider him entirely graduated!

(Would it be weird to throw the alarm system up on Craigslist? Because that sucker was not cheap.


Kind of.)

The other major development was that two days ago, Devlin out of the clear blue asked to have the training wheels taken off his bike. David has been working all hours, and so I made my best effort but the deed was finally done when he had a couple of free hours tonight (let me just say: apparently you have better success if you use a metric wrench for a metric bolt. Who knew?)

Dev does not tend to deal well with frustration, discouragement, or losing in general, so we have talked at length about how many times one might expect to fall off one's bike as one is learning to ride. I have been approaching this moment with one eye shut, knowing there were going to be tears, rage, and self-flagellation as he struggled to find his balance.

Behold, I give you his very first EVER attempt on two wheels:

Devlin, I hereby dub thee a Real Boy!

Things I did today

Posted by The Wizzle | Posted on Friday, April 1, 2011 at 11:13 PM


school dropoff
catch an April Fool's joke, feel smug
think about taking up running too
get car washed
get donuts
take and print out photo of Little Green the Tortoise
deliver said photo to show-and-tell-ing second grader
go out to lunch with my dad and the little girls
address MORE baby shower invitations
school pickup
water garden
count new little green things poking up from ground
clean porch swing
shower (this is roughly chronological, by the way)
soak Little Green in shallow dish of water
watch Little Green eat his leaves
watch Little Green climb onto and off of his rock (we really do love him so much!)
get dressed
totally get punked by an April Fool's joke, feel stupid
go back to reptile store for new heat lamp bulb
shepherd reluctant children through the most basic of chores
find babysitter (THANK YOU mom and dad!)
go out to dinner with super fun friends
blog, but just barely

I just don't have time to write this week! I love all these parts of my life, but there simply aren't enough hours in the day to do all the things I love to do. I need a time turner.

Have a wonderful weekend!