Life At The Circus

Not sure which I like best about this snapshot, the smiles on the girls faces, my daughters hand in the peanut butter jar or my son sneaking yet another lick out of the bowl….

I have friends that are super awesome yard salers.  They get up at the butt crack of dawn on Saturday morning and drive all over the county finding great deals.   They truly impress me and sometimes I think I want to be them, b/c I too like getting good deals. But, I don’t like getting up at the butt crack of dawn any day of the week, much less Saturday.  And I especially don’t like dragging 4 kids around with me all over the county at the butt crack of dawn, worse yet having the kids see stuff that other people are clearing out of their house and begging me if they can then bring it in mine and then me coming home without the outdoor patio table and chairs I’d been wanting but with a bag full of happy meal toys that are now going to clutter up our family room floor. B/C I know that is exactly what would happen to me.  I wouldn’t come home with the cute rug for my master bedroom, I’d come home with 4 grumpy kids and nothing to show for my early bird gets the...

We’ve had stitches, numerous trips to Right Time Care and even an over night hospital stay, but so far we haven’t had any broken limbs. Until this week. I was upstairs when I heard the blood curdling screams and sobs of my 5 year old.  I raced downstairs to see her sobbing and holding her beloved Kit in one hand and Kit’s arm in the other.   ( I had noticed the day before, that her arm seemed wobbly and something wasn’t right, so it wasn’t a total shock to me) .   My 5 year old was devastated… “I just picked her up Mom and it fell off… Kit, Kit…”  I held her while she cried and then quickly googled “replacing doll off of American girl doll”  when it brought me to a form to fill out and send Kit in for a “hospital stay” I then went on face book hoping there was a quicker and cheaper answer. But, there wasn’t.  I am told Kit will come back with her arm attached, wearing a hospital gown and even an ID bracelet.  ( I didn’t tell my 5 year t...

I’ve written time and time again of my hot/cold, love/hate, on again/off again relationship with the library.    Despite the fines (and my husband can attest to the fact that we have paid MANY), I keep going back again and again….and the reasons are…   1.  the hush that falls over the circus van on the ride home as everyone is absorbed in their books (I’ve even been known to sit in the van in the parking lot soaking in that silence) 2.  children reading in bed at night 4.  The fact that my 2 year old knows right where the choo choo books are at the library and so eagerly checks his own book out and the cute little way he says “choo choo book is at li-rary.” I haven’t read aloud to them nearly enough.  So many of my “good intentions” continually fall to the way side, but I love the fact that they all love the library and love books and to me, it is worth every single penny in over due fines.

My youngest was sitting on the floor “reading” his choo-choo book to our dog Maggie when I had to grab my camera and snap a picture.  He then looks over at me and says, “Aww man, No SMILE!” I said, “Ok, no smile.” and he happily went back to his reading.

This week my 6 year old lost her top two teeth.  And I gotta tell you that I absolutely LOVE her toothless smile these days.  As in I can’t take enough pictures of her smile because soon her big teeth will come in and she’ll have a whole new look. It turns my Momma heart into a pile of mushy sentimental gush.  She’s so grown up and little girl all at once… This gap tooth smile will be forever be emblazoned in my mind as her start of first grade smile…

Number one sign you have a 2 year old boy in the house. Nothing is safe.  He will drag chairs to the counter to score out of reach cookies, he’ll fill cups with ice only to dump them on the floor, he’ll drink soda, coffee, whatever he finds left sitting out with reckless abandon.  And he’ll sunscreen my dining room furniture.  I had even seen the sunscreen lying out earlier and moved it to the center of the dining room table, “just incase”…. clearly I should have put it up higher. The only reason he didn’t cause more damage was b/c he got it into his eyes and his screaming alerted us to the mischief.  Now whenever he looks at this picture he goes, “Oh no… my eyes, my eyes.” Someone is keeping this Momma VERY BUSY these days!