Experience #1

Annie is coloring a picture of Santa Claus for homework.  She is being tested on her colors and she notices he is holding an ornament.  On a side note: Annie has just finished learning the 4th article of faith.

Annie  Oh Mom, he is holding an ornament…we have ornaments…hey, ornaments of the gospel.  I wish I had some ornaments of the gospel.  I would put them in my backpack.

Me They are actually ordinances of the gospel, but an ornament of the gospel would be nice too.

Experience #2

Hudson is bringing my bathroom garbage down the stairs.

Hudson  Mom!!  Why did you throw your old boobs away?!  You just got new boobs.  Don’t you need your old boobs?

Me (Standing dumbstruck)  Umm…well, that is called a bra and I don’t need it anymore.

And for the record, I have not had any plastic surgery…I’m just pregnant.

We finally had a weekend where we didn’t have to be anywhere or see anyone.  We spent it at home as a family.  Will and Hudson spent time in the garage making a bird house and Annie and I spent time in the other half of the garage making her a play skirt.  My mom gave me a bunch of early 90s material to practice on once I got my sewing machine so I went to town.  I still haven’t learned to embrace(that’s code for use) patterns yet so the skirt is beyond less than perfect and I just kind of decided on design as we went.  Annie and I had fun though.  It sounded like Will and Hudson enjoyed themselves as well.

I was lazy about taking picture over the 4th so Amy was nice enough to email me these.  Our 4th of July continued into day 2 where we did a little BBQ, kicked back and relaxed.  The kids made a tree swing and did a few crafts.  It’s nice having them old enough to sit for any sort of extended time to do an activity.

We sat around and chatted as the kids did their thing…just another sunny, San Diego day.  The shade we could find brought welcome release from the heat of the day.

Annie:  Mommy, I see the movie fee-ater.

Me:  Good job, Annie.

Hudson:  I see Edward’s Enema too!

Me: It’s cinema… definitely cinema, cinema means movie theater.

In our on going quest for summer entertainment, the kids and I painted, sewed and assembled a make-shift puppet theatre.  That’s right, how many uses can we get out of our dishwasher box before it goes to be with the recycling…permanently?  It already served as a playhouse for about a week and a half.  During this time it under went a washing of sorts, courtesy of the sprinklers.  I know it’s ugly…but it serves it’s purpose and I got to practice a little bit of sewing on something I get to throw away so there is no stressed involved.  I figure one needs to be in the making since Annie is using her doll house as a theatre.  I am not willing to invest in a permanent one unless the kids show interest in this one.  So here is puppet theatre…Take 1.

I forced myself to get out of the house today.  I have been a bit of a homebody lately, not really feeling like going out.  The less I do, the less I feel like puking my guts out.  But when the beach calls, how can I NOT answer?  I felt the cosmic tug and rodeoed my kids into the car.  The waves and sand didn’t disappoint.  Besides my burned kneecaps, I consider the day restful.  And then Hudson and his friends have taken up the beginnings of boogie boarding so that was very entertaining.  I stayed beached…to conserve energy.

Annie, Hudson and I headed to the Wild Animal Park on Friday.  I tried letting them ride Journey into Africa again to see if they enjoyed it any better.  Hudson had forgotten about it so I told him they got to ride the train to see the animals.  Once we were on, he pointed out that we were NOT on a train, rather a tram…like the one we ride to get from the parking lot to the Disneyland entrance.  He was less than impressed, irritated that I had “lied,” and then announced to the world that is was going to be BORING!  Poor Hudson tried so hard not to be bored, but the poor kid was struggling.  On a side note: had I known he would have wanted a transportation distinction, I would have referenced the tram, not the train.

Nonetheless, their favorite part was the composting exhibit…go figure.  We spent, I don’t know how long, having them digging in these boxes making piles of worms and rolly-pollies.  Of course someone else’s worms will always be cooler than the ones in our backyard.

After the composting there was nothing left to impress either child.  Just look at Annie…not interested.  We went home.  I need to get a little more creative or it is going to be a looooong summer.

So I always wonder what my kids do with Will during piano lessons.  I just found out.  I think they handle just fine without me.

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I planned a special day for the kids a few Friday’s ago.  I pulled Hudson out of school a few minutes early because I didn’t feel like letting him participate in a school activity.  Don’t worry it wasn’t anything bad, just pizza.  I thought by pulling him out early he would forget about it.  Well I had to replace it with something fun so we had a little party at the house .

We went a little craft crazy.   The artistic outlet of the day saw success with monster making, painting, coloring, puzzles and a little bit of book making.

It’s that time of year again when strawberries are on sale for 69 cents and that final jam jar from last season sits lonely on the fridge shelf wondering when that last sandwich will be made and it services will no longer need rendering.

My kids had full participation this time around.  It was so wonderful to christen my new kitchen with this activity.  All that chopping, blending and mixing was wonderful with the warm sun peaking in the windows to remind us once again why we love San Diego so much.  We only made 5 jars so I imagine I see another afternoon like this in the near future if we are hoping for jam that will last the rest of the year.

Have you ever wondered why a PBJ made by someone else is always so much better than when you make one for yourself?  After making Hudson a PBJ with his own jam he says this to me, “Mom, this is the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  The strawberry jam tickles the peanut butter and makes is so delicious.”  There you have it!  You can stop wondering.