A Few Moments of Sanity

My mother in law was over this morning. T had a sleep over last night at her house and she came out to the house to bring T home which worked out perfect so I could go for a couple hours.

In the measly two hours I was gone this morning, the three children managed to literally trash the kitchen with dishes and painting projects. Painting projects they've been told need to be done outside or in paint clothes. There are toys sprawled out across my living room. The bedroom that belongs to M, is still a disaster though I do remember asking that it be picked up while I was gone. The steps have at least three blocks on each step, as H is at a stage where he likes to throw his things over or under the gate and watch them on the steps. Though it rained this morning there are toys and balls out in my garage and in my yard, including someones socks. The email I had started this morning to a friend has been deleted.

Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful that she helps when she can. I am.

Coming home to a house like this with high strung children besides can be a little insane.

My mother in law decided to take T and M out with her for a bit this afternoon, which I'm sure they will have a great time and try to get away with everything they can.

So while they are gone, instead of doing what I should be doing, such as switching laundry, putting the clean dishes away and possibly reading a book to H before his nap. I am updating this goofy thing.

Such is life, I suppose.

But do you want to know what I am most looking forward to right now?

No. Plans.

Yes, it's true and rare but this family has NO plans the rest of the week. (Well, besides the soccer and baseball activities tonight and on Wednesday night. Oh and the dentist Thursday morning.) But that's it. Until Saturday.

No school stuff for me. No playdates on the calendar. Just life, ready to be lived.

We can wake up and decide, let's walk to the park.

We can wake up and decide, let's go to the beach. Or let's stay home. Or let's nap.

Ok so the napping one is probably quite far-fetched but a girl can dream can't she.

Here's some Father's Day pictures from a BBQ at my parents house yesterday. I realized I haven't talked much about my dad lately. He's great. Really great.

Thankful this year for the man I call dad, the role model he's been to me, the love he's shown me and the memories we have together. And in case I haven't said enough, my absolutely favorite thing about my dad is his laugh. I love laughing with him.

My dad and I

My nephew, Michael (5) and T. You can see J in the background.

My niece, Brittany (11), my brother in law, Jim and my little sister.

My older sister, my younger sister and me. Have you ever seen three sisters look any more different than each other?

Having a little backyard fun at my parents.

My dad, H, M and T.

Fathers Day this year also marked fourteen months for little (or not so little anymore) H.

And the most common question we get is; "Is he walking?"

Nope. Crawling is still his transportation method of choice.

The weather in MN last week was 90's most of the week. Loved it. I filled H's pool one afternoon when the kids were at their moms and him and I spent a fair amount of time in the backyard just splashing around.