1. Julia and Lucy had a piano recital.
They were just as proud of the number of cookies they ate at the post-recital reception as they were of their performances.
2. I pulled the world’s largest splinter out of the heel of Lucy’s foot.
Look at that thing! And it was straight up in there. We both screamed when it came out.
3. Bee swallowed a penny. Again.
Mother’s Day was lovely. I was the recipient of a green plant, some brilliant original artwork in my favorite medium (crayon), and a gift card to the spa! The spa!!!!
I was the giver of LOVE, in the form of photographs.
I had seen this idea at The Inadvertent Farmer and knew it was a perfect gift for my mom, so I quickly printed the letters and snapped the photos.
Then I had them printed and framed them – for at home.
And after seeing the idea at I Can Teach My Child, I made them into magnets – for her to take to work.
I also used them to make her a new Facebook timeline cover photo that I fell in love with so hard, I was inspired to update my banner here. Take a look at it. What do you think?
This is what a Time Out looks like.
Those photos are of two of my favorite moments from the weekend, probably because they’re one of the few where I wasn’t screaming my face off about something. (Something like Phoebe taking all the containers of yogurt and opening each one – all six of them – and squeezing them just to feel it ooze over her hands and onto the table and chair and floor and rug. Or something like Julia and Lucy wearing boxes and beating each other brainless in a game of “Robot Fight Club.”)
I’ve been yelling too much, lately. It seems to be what I do when I’m sinking. And I know, I know. There’s lots of good advice out there. Take deep breaths. Count to ten. Try whispering! Ask myself, “Who’s the grown up?” (It’s best to ask and answer that question in one’s head. Yelling, “I AM THE GROWN-UP” to the children doesn’t convince anyone.) But when I get in a cycle of going from zero to nuclear explosion in six seconds, what I really need is a Time Out.
So this is what a Time Out looks like.
For me. (Not the kids.)
She can’t stop singing that earworm.
It only took me five weeks to get a picture of all four of my kids together.
I took it last night, before Julia’s Piano Ensemble concert.
Today, I tried to take the picture I’d been planning my whole pregnancy: the one with the t-shirts* I’d bought long before Jackson was born.
The kids were willing to be photographed long enough for me to get about 50 shots and I was really excited about this one when I was reviewing them on my camera.
Then I uploaded it to my computer and realized I’d cut Julia’s head off, dammit. So, this one is probably the best one I took.
All faces are visible, all eyes are open and uncrossed, and no one is moving, crying or committing an act of violence. If I want one better than that, I’ll have to hire a photographer.
*I bought the girls’ big, bigger, and biggest sister shirts from Just Jen and Jackson’s lil brother shirt from Heather Rogers’ Designs. (And no one paid me or gave me anything free to tell you that. I just thought you might want to know where I found them. But, someone DID send me the boppy and cover in the last two photographs as a baby gift for Jackson and forgot to say who it was from. So, if it’s from you, thank you!)