suggestion...please take note

I'd like to suggest that "having all of the laundry done" should be an option at spas. I'm just saying, it feels pretty darned good.

Since it's all done today I've moved on to some of the kids' stuffed toys. Let's just say that a certain 15-month-old enjoys both open-mouth kisses and some aggressive nose biting...luckily only with her stuffed friends. They get pretty icky.

So, here's to clean clothes, folded and put away!

I'd like to start being a little more consistent about blogging and to help me do that I'm employing a little template that I saw at another blog (Danielle Bean). So, here goes. :)

Outside my window … is a beautiful, blue sky day. I love our Japanese Maples, their leaves are such a bright green in the spring and will be a firey red in the fall.

I am thinking … that I could really use a nap...but Peter doesn't agree.

I am thankful for … my hard-working husband who makes it possible for me to be at home with our babies.

I am hoping … that we get lots of projects done this weekend. We have some helpers coming over to help. There's the yard work (never-ending really), a fence for the chickens (time to reclaim the yard for the sake of the kids) and, if I'm lucky, my very first raised bed to start planting veggies.

On my mind … I need to seal the bins of kid's clothes that are in the crawl space...now that it's warmer I'm worried about creepy-crawlies getting in them.

Noticing that … I need to start taking better care of myself. I've been sick-ish off and on for two weeks!

A few plans for the week(end) … well Ed and company will be in the yard. My plan is to make sure they are all fed and watered while managing to entertain my two tiny dictators.

From the kitchen … it's time to clean out the fridge...I'm talking a good old scrubbing.

Around the house … we need some de-cluttering. I feel like we don't have any space left and everything always seems messy. If we had half of the stuff that we do just think how much calmer each room would feel.

One of my favorite things … is getting Cabrini up from sleeping (both morning and nap). Never have I known such a happy waker-upper.

A picture I am sharing …

so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye

So long luxuriously thick pregnancy hair.

Farewell effortlessly clear and luminously bright complexion.

I'll miss you most, lack of body consciousness.

In your place I now have hand-fulls and brush-fulls of hair; my first post-Peter pimple (alliteration!!); a palid complexion dimmed further by unbelievably deep dark under-eye circles; and last, but certainly not least, a new rotundness far jigglier than any jiggly bits I've ever before had on my person.

Looking at my little Peter Pan makes all of this a trifle, of course...but there it is anyway.

I need to suck it up and get to exercising more...the gym/pool membership promise in my mother's day card was for real. I have waaaay less wardrobe options post-partum because now I don't want anything tight or clingy at all on this body. When I was pregnant trying to find billowy clothes was like trying to cover the Epcot Center (or Spaceship Earth if we're being technical) with a post-it note. Therefore I stretched all kinds of pre-pregnancy garments on while in the midst of cooking Mr. Peter. Now...not so much. My goal is to be at a respectable place by October. Cousin Ben is getting married so I'll need a dress. It's a goal anyway...I'll be almost 9 months post-partum, so it's doable.

Also, can anyone explain to me why I have no ill feelings toward hair strands while they are securely attached to a head; but the moment they are free to cling to clothes and skin or float in the tub or get stuck in the drain they become disgusting and repulsive? Could it be due to all of the time spent in my youth at public swimming pools and locker rooms? I dunno.

Crabby...I mean Happy...Tuesday.

excitement at the QFC

Whilst at the QFC to obtain my previously mentioned dozen eggs for free, I saw a curious thing.

Now this raises at least one question in my mind. If you look closely at the ground the flour hose is just laying on the ground and it was, presumably, filling underground tanks accessed through the opened manhole covers. How sanitary is this? Really. I might think twice about purchasing the in-store baked goods in the future.

Also I bet it looked awesome when it happened. Man, I wish I could have seen the flour cloud...I don't suppose it "mushroomed" but how cool would that have been? Oh and I bet some people had a nice dusting on their cars...and it was starting to rain too. Ha! Driving around with dough on your car...nice.

thanks to the rain...

...it was an easy decision. No walk. No eggs. No pancakes. Not today anyway. We'll have them tomorrow morning though. :)

Now I need to find a sitter for tomorrow afternoon to watch Cababy. My two go-to-girls can't do it!

Oh, and there was a whopping 1 egg this morning. Boo.

UPDATE: We got some QFC coupons in the mail the other day and, get this, there was one for a free dozen eggs. So, I'll still have to make something eggy...maybe this...but at least I can still say I've only bought eggs once since the chicks started laying in full force.

would you believe it?

BREAKING NEWS

I, proud owner of 4 chickens, who has only bought eggs once in the last year and a half...am OUT of eggs! :(

I need 4 for the yummiest buttermilk pancakes eva (Martha Stewart's). But a girl can't be upset about this since it is because she had a delicious scramble this morning courtesy of one hubba-hubba hubby. I also made a from scratch yellow cake last night that took 5. Again, nothing to hate about a yummy, buttery, yellow cake.

*sigh* It is a conundrum though because Cababy LOVES some buttermilk pancakes. Oh, and trying to be the organized mommy, I have everything else measured out and ready to go...including the buttermilk, which is in the fridge, but needs to be used asap. I was all set...that hardly ever happens!

The issue is, do I walk down to the market (tomorrow morning with both kids), which is a lovely place and only about .8 miles from my door, to buy 12 eggs when all I need are 4? Further, there will likely be 3 eggs in the box and 3 more tomorrow and the day after that, etc. An acquisition of 12 eggs will create a glut that will necessitate making a quiche or a bread pudding or some other eggy thing.

Maybe there will be four in the box tomorrow. Come on girls, is it really too much to ask that you all get on board here and lay me some nice eggs in the morning?

Well, I'll know in just a few hours...which is my cue to go to bed. :)

xoxo

p.s. I am so in love with this being the big problem of my evening. Thanks to God for taking care of everything in our lives so that these are the issues of the day. We are very blessed in this house!

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all of the mommies that we know!!

I got a card from each of the kids this morning along with the only version of Pride and Prejudice that I didn't already own (ironically the Collin Firth version). (Oh, it's ironic because of how gorgeous he is as Mr. Darcy.)

Even waking up with a horrible sore throat...these cards made my Mother's Day. The cards were exactly the same except for the inscription, they read:

Cover: "Happy Mother's Day from your FAVORITE!"

Inside: "Oh, Please. It's so obvious."

From Cabrini:

(It's okay - you don't have to tell Peter...it'll be our little secret.)

Mommy - Thanks for being the best mommy in the entire universe! I've met lots of other mommies in my life, and you are much better than all of them at making me happy. Daddy is the luckiest daddy in the entire universe to have you as his wife! He better have gotten you a nice Mommy's day gift - like a gym or pool membership or something. Mommy, I love you! Cabrini

From Peter:

(It's okay - you don't have to tell Cabrini...it'll be our little secret.)

Mommy, I may not show it all the time (especially between 7:30 and 8:30 in the evening) but I love you! When I cry it means I just want you more. Nobody makes me smile like you do (when I smile for anyone else - even Daddy - ti's my fake-cheesy smile. With you it's the real deal). Daddy says you're the most beautiful mommy and wife out there and he's right! I love you Mommy! Peter