April showers bring May flowers

Spring Break finally came last week here in the Pitts.

It was a full week of sleeping in, staying in pjs a bit too late and finding things to keep ourselves busy.

The girls have been obsessed with The Cake Boss lately so I mentally prepared myself for a mess and had each one make their very own cake.  They were thrilled. They did a really good job of coming up with ideas of how to decorate them and then enjoyed eating them for breakfast for the rest of the week.  I'm awesome I know.  Besides letting my kids eat cake for a week I also took some of our neighbors kids to Dunkin Donuts while we were walking to the library, both of them sort of had guilty looks on their faces but happily enjoyed their donut. It wasn't till later in the day that I realized that it was Passover that week and they weren't supposed to be eating any yeast, yup Awesome I know.

There are times when I think I may have had too many kids, those times mostly occur when they all are asking me different questions at the same times, fighting or when we're trying to do crafts together. A friend of mine sent me a link for an easter project where you blow out eggs, then wrap them in silk scarves or ties and boil them, the egg then will have the pattern of the silk fabric and you'll have a neat little keep sake.

I tried to prepare myself mentally for this project, I did. I went to thrift stores and found the silk, bought the eggs, allowed each kid to blow out the yolk, Rainier only broke 2, but it started getting a bit hectic as the fabric needed to be cut and wrapped around the egg and then rubberbanded to stay on. I of course didn't have any rubber bands so we used tiny plastic hair bands. Once each egg was covered and ready to go I plopped them into the boiling water and let them go.

The only silk items I could find were ties so our color scheme was a bit dark; blues, purples, and blacks, but they had cool designs. The allotted time was up and we anxiously looked into the pot, the water was a sickly black and all the rubberbands on the eggs had broke. We ended up with a huge mess, blueish black eggs, a pot I felt like needed to be sanitized because of the grimey dirt that was left from the fabric, (gag), a huge mess of cut up fabric and egg yolks, and a headache.

But I'll tell you what the girls love those eggs and think they are the most beautiful things ever.

Heres to building memories.

So

For some reason last week was the LONGEST week ever.

Don't ask me why, maybe it was all the rain, maybe it was the positioning of the moon, or maybe it was because I was super grumpy, but my gosh, it was a LONG week.

Monday started with a croupy cough from Ainsley which in turn made it so she couldn't go to school.

I MADE her stay home, and she was very upset with me.

What kid is mad at their parents for making them miss school?

Tuesday, let Ainsley go to school...

have no clue what else was done that day,

just a slight recognition that it was a LONG day.

Wednesday, Took the kiddies to school, came home and Thomas slept in late and needed me to be his personal chaueffer. Sweet, only problem is my favorite gym class is on Wednesdays which means I don't have enough time to go home and chill between dropping him and when my class starts, so that meant Rainier and I drove around the scenic city of Pittsburgh for a half an hour till the gym daycare opens up.

Of course, yes of course, right as I pull into the parking garage I receive a call from a very angry school nurse asking me to pick Ainsley up from school because she has pink eye and its super contagious.

So, I chaueffer myself out of the parking garage and to Ainsley's school where I pick her up and chill with her until her doctors appoint.

Which by the way Rainier, LOVES to take his sisters to the doctors, we've gone twice with Claire and he happily says "Take Claire to doctors? Take Claire to doctors?"  over and over again and happily runs through the doctors office doors, runs through the hall, and climbs up on the examination beds as if he owns the entire place.

Anyhow back to Ainsley who receives a note from the physician that she was in fact seen and a perscription.  Has this society become so mistrusting that we now need notes from actual doctors offices proclaiming truth? I even got asked if I needed one for missing work. I gladly accepted it and didn't cook dinner or do the dishes and presented it to Thomas when he got home.

Hump day over, onto Thursday.

Which was a remarkable day, no rain, and it was warm.

Spent a few good hours at the park with friends, and watching Rainier convince other moms to put him in the swings and push him. That kid can charm any one and thus embarrass me to no end.

LONG afternoon,

which hit its climax when I received a phone call from a neighbor informing me that Claire had sprained her wrist and was it okay if he brought her home.

Oh Claire...she came home, in considerable pain, and I "jimmyed" up a homemade splint out of card board and an ace bandage. I should be a girl scout I think.

Anyways turns out Ainsley and her friend were pushing on a gate one way and Claire was pushing on the other side and then she heard a snap.

Delightful. Apart from Ainsley hurting her sisters wrists, it was an accident I know but I like to tease that kid, she also hit Alli in the face with a shoe that day. I am trying to teach her violence isn't the answer.

Friday...spent 4 lovely hours in the Pittsburgh Childrens Hospital.

(It's quite a nice hospital if I do say so myself)

and that was pretty much the end to my LONG LONG week.

Why do some weeks just fly by when others drag along? If you know would you let me know.

Thanks in advance.

ONE TWO

Gosh...can it be?

I am getting OLD. Funny thing is, I'm not that old to the worlds standards and yet I have probably been married longer than most, 12 years. I guess that's what happens when you get married at the wee young age of 18. When I think about it I'm glad I did. Yesterday was general conference and there was a speaker who said something to the effect of how it's good to get married young so we don't get stuck in our ways before its too late or to hard to change.

When I look back at what we've been through over the past 12 years, how much I've grown, how I have changed from a teenager to a wife to a mother, I am so happy to have done it with the man of my dreams next to me. That together we have gone through trials and joys hand in hand in each step growing and molding ourselves into who we are now and who we will become.

This man has made me happy, extremely happy.