Easter Runaway

Easter 2011

We had one little one that didn't really want his picture taken.

(Ok, well, all of them didn't really want their picture taken, but he was the only one who dared cross this mother.)

The bow tie sewing experience turned out to be a lot less painful, and time consuming than the last time I made them. I don't know why sewing gives me anxiety. Might have something to do with this internal guilt I carry from 8th grade sewing class where I didn't finish my final skirt project because of my countless failed attempts at putting in a zipper. I can still see that purple material in one hand and that purple zipper in another.

I hate the word zipper.

I love the word velcro.

I Was Right

Nine days

and

Three doctors

later......

It turns out that I was right all along. I KNEW something was wrong. I KNEW he had a broken bone. I just needed someone to believe me.

Why did I allow myself to question my gut instinct? Poor guy was in unnecessary pain for WAY too long.

Now that ALL three boys have had at least one (or two) broken bones, I'm hoping that I've reached my mom quota and won't have to deal with this again. :)

Well, one can always hope, right?

Rewarded

The reward for staying up a good portion of the night to help my sick, puking oldest son.

Coming back down to check on him in the morning to find my new phone sitting in the leftover bile in his puke bucket.

I'm certain that the youngest boy was the initiator of that event.

Awesome.

Anyone want to borrow my phone to make a phone call??????

Life

I spent yesterday at the science center with the boys. It was a glorious, fun filled day with no agenda. (I love those days!)

When I was driving home in the city, I decided to pass by the school where my hubby did his graduate studies. It's only been two years, since we finished the student life phase. I was feeling a little nostalgia as I drove by.

Then I had to stop at a red light.

I looked over to see a mother in mom jeans holding a map, waiting to cross the street with barely-at-the-tale-end-of-the-teenage-years son standing a few steps in front of her holding a bag from the campus bookstore, trying to look cool.

Is it possible to look cool when you're on campus for the first time with your mother holding a map? I can't wait to do that to my sons!

Then I noticed the car stopped in front of me. In the back seat was a father sitting next to a newborn baby, with his wife in the front seat driving. Instantly my mind wandered back to the first years of graduate life, with our new little baby and the many, many times I drove our only car to pick up and drop off my hubby at school.

Life really does change fast.

I'm glad for the memories I have of the good times and the hard times.


p.s. I sure hope I can find a good pair of mom jeans when my boys get to the college age. :) Looking forward to that.

My Life with Boys- Dirt Soup

I have a private family blog. A blog where I chronicle the life of our family. (Confession: I'm not much of a scrapbooker. So, my personal blog is all they will really get.)

This blog is for my creative outlet. And that it will stay.

But, from time to time, I thought it would be fun to give my readers a tiny snapshot into the not so glamorous life of a stay at home mother of three WONDERFUL (and energetic) little boys. Enjoy.

Dirt Soup
(worms and all)