Ryan cleaning the threshold with his two helpers. Claire is holding her calculator - she was calculating things all weekend.
We had to do some grocery shopping Monday - the kids love their goldfish crackers!
We went to Lowes to buy a new trashcan. The stupid raccoons kept getting into ours and we had to keep them in the garage. It would get pretty smelly in there. So, we bought a trashcan that can be secured easily. The kids took a ride in it in the parking lot. We got a few looks that said, "I can't believe those people have their kids in a trash can! Is that even safe? *scoff*". Oh well, the kids had a good time.
It's at times like these when I wish we had a bigger car or a truck.
A little mulch on the couch thanks to our gardener, William.
A friend gave us this race car bed for William. He had been sleeping on the bottom trundle from Claire's bed. William just giggled with delight when they took the bed out of the car. Here the kids are taking a little break in the frame before I wiped it down.
William loves to ride on my back. He doesn't sit up, but likes to lay down, tuck his arms under him and totally relax as I give him a ride around the house. He is a very cuddly boy.
So I had planned to write yesterday, but I stayed pretty busy. I made some salsa using the tomatoes from out garden (it was very tasty).
And I did various housework, made dinner, took Claire in for her TB test for school, went to the office supply store, taught a private student and cleaned out the attic - not in that order. What didn't help was I had planned to have 15 minuets in which to eat my dinner before I had to teach an hour lesson. Well, right as I was pulling the casserole out of the oven, Ryan called from the train station to inform me that his car battery was once again dead and he needed a jump. We didn't have time for the jump, but I quickly picked him up, ate very quickly and was off. Here is a picture of Ryan's sad face as I went to pick him up - mind you this is the third time he's killed the battery in this car from leaving the lights on. He did the same thing to my car a few months ago. Can we say, forgetful?
The last thing I wanted to write about has to do with this last picture. While Ryan and I were laying in bed, about to fall asleep the other night, we somehow got into a conversation about being clumsy. I made the point that while my family may call me clumsy, I'm no clumsier than anyone else. Ryan did not agree. So I asked him, when was the last time you hit your head on something - he honestly couldn't remember and I couldn't remember when he had either. I told him, "well I don't do it that often", failing to mention that I had hit my head minuets earlier on the book case next to our bed while I was trying to crawl into bed in the dark. Nor did I remind him of the two concussions I have received from running into doors (one of which put me in the hospital). I then started to think about all of the dishes I've broken, the amount of food (flour, vanilla, sugar, etc) that I have dropped in the kitchen making a huge mess, the many times a day I run into furniture, corners, doors, etc. "Nah," I thought, "I'm no clumsier than you or anyone else". The next evening, while I was doing some laundry in the garage, I stumbled into a sharp, metal sawhorse, scraping the skin off of my shin. It wasn't a deep cut, but I think scrapes are sometimes worse than a cut. I called out for Ryan, who was around the corner in the yard and tried to stumble to him for help with the blood now pouring down my leg. Of course it's dark outside and as I tried to reach him around the corner, I stepped off of the driveway, turned my ankle in a dip in the yard and fell to the ground. Ryan was a little startled and asked what was wrong. I called desperately, "just help me!". The whole thing was ridiculous - it wasn't that big of a deal until I about broke my ankle in the dark. I'll tell you what, if I were a big person, I would have broken my foot/ankle several times by now. OK OK, so I am a little clumsy and I did slice my finger open last night on the food processor blade while trying to wash the dishes. I admit my clumsiness to Ryan, though it hurt my pride a little. I just attribute the clumsiness to the fact that I am much more active than Ryan - I mean, how many doors can you run into when you sit at a computer all day, come on! (and Mom, if I'm not mistaken, you have pulled a few of your own in the past and especially lately...)
4 comments:
I’m klutzy when it comes to my kids—doinking their heads on things, etc. Think newborn baby + door frame. I’ve done that to both of my kids, and a niece. Other than that, I’m not necessarily clumsy, but I’m sure I’ve gotten a bruise on probably every corner of every table in my house at some point or another. Anyway, sorry about your wounds!
My kids make me clumsy! I use to move about the house gracefully, but now, with kids underfoot, I do lots of funny little dances to avoid stepping on a kid who has suddenly appeared directly behind me. I've run into the corners of tables and chairs countless times trying to get around the kid that stands in my path.
Cute pictures of the kids. How is William liking his new bed? What a trashy family, pulling the kids around in the trashcan. Most people use a wagon. :)
I bet william is loving the new car bed--how perfect for him! I loved all the pictures. I hope that your leg heals up quickly. How is your teaching going? We're excited to see you soon!
I to have made my babies heads make contact with door frames. I have a constant bruise on my thy from running into my bed almost every night. And I am sure that the door frames do move just to get into my way! Especially when the kids are running and then before you know it they are layed out on the floor!
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