PB&J or Fancy Bento?

School is starting soon, I like to not think about it, but I realize I cannot stop it.  I also know some of my friends are starting their senior year for their child, I am sorry.

Since school is starting and the stores are all fresh crayon smelling, it inspires me to check out school ideas for my kids.  Mostly lunch ideas, so I have pinned about a million lunch ideas, most of the ideas seem to be the bento box ideas, healthy ideas, cute ideas, clever ideas variety.  You get the idea.  Lunch is important and a bit tricky, their lucky charms have worn off, they have PE and math coming up, they need something healthy, filling, and fast to hold them off until 3:30 when they raid the fridge.

I noticed a lot of hard-boiled eggs.  Do these clever people with their cute little lunches, not realize how smelly hard-boiled eggs are mid-day?  Have they never been in the lunch room and watched the poor child who had a broccoli garden in their lunch?  Do they REALLY think that the large rectangle container full of carrots will get eaten?  Will anyones child eat celery, cucumber, broccoli and an egg for lunch?  (and Yikes for that teacher the room is going to SMELL, and the kid is going to miss math class going to the bathroom)  How is that cute little bear face going to survive the trip in a lunch box shoved in a back pack along the bus ride, or carpool?  Have they not seen how the kids throw their backpacks?  That little cute bear face that was made with care, now looks like something from a child’s horror movie, not a cute little bear.

Or am I alone, am I the only one who if I made that, the containers would come back soggy and nasty?  I am positive that if I sent in a cute little box full of carrots, cucumber, celery and broccoli my kid would charge lunch and bring back a smelly lunch box.

I think for now we will stick to pb&j, I might mix it up a bit, I did see some ideas I will make, but for the love of my children I will not send in a container of raw broccoli, or a hard-boiled egg, I’ll stick to apple slices and bananas, I’ll stick to grapes and granola bars, I will try to get a little protein into them, I will not make a vegetable garden.

What does your kid eat in their lunch box?

Go hug your kids, school is starting, and they need the love from home as they go out in the wide world.
jen

College Shopping and Poop on the Floor

 I am trying with my whole being to embrace the lasts of everything with PS.  And daily I am reminded that time marches on.  We have been shopping for the new college kid…  We did IKEA 2x and no costumes, we went with her childhood bff and mom.  We laughed and we cried (okay the mom’s got teary) We tried out closets and organizers, we sat on chairs, and opened cupboards.  We were exhausted when we were done but it was fun!  It is always nice to have a shopping buddy  We have been to Bed Bath and Beyond 2x, add in Target, Home Goods, Ross, TJMaxx, Marshalls, and more Target.  Some times I feel shopped out, it is emotional shopping for me, I love to shop, but I hate the reason we are shopping.  I think we have almost everything on her list.  (At least I hope we do) Her plan is to not go to Target on check in day.  She remembers what a hot-mess it was when we all went to Target, to get C’s last-minute stuff for his University.  And the Target closest to her campus is also the Target closest to an extremely large university who is also having drop off day on the same day.  She decided that I can run up alone if we forget anything.  I will probably need the break from watching her set up her room.  From trying not to cry, not to be in the way, and not offer too much advice.   We just have to figure out how to pack the stuff for her, and her clothes, and the family and their clothing…  Good thing O is a packing janga queen.

Yesterday PS wanted a bath, again, for the 3rd time.  She was taking off her clothes, and easily pulled down her shorts, she tucked her shirt under her chin to get them off.  How did she know to do that, how did her mind tell her to put her shirt tucked under her chin to see better?  I don’t think I have in my adult life tucked my shirt under my chin, so where did she learn that? Who taught her to do that?

Little Tiny humans are amazing, I am so thankful that I have a house full to enjoy.  Now if I can just figure out where that little poop ball beside the toilet came from…

Go hug you kids, and be amazed at the things they know and things they can do!
jen

 

Frederick the Fish

We were discussing O and her fish Frederick, as she prepares for University.  She wanted him to come along, but was not sure the dorm rules regarding live non human things.  Today she informed me that “Mom Good News Frederick can come to the university with me!”  After a few minutes she informed us that her roommate M has a frog named Kermit, one of the other kids asked if Kermit was going to be living in the dorm, I replied I assumed it would be okay if he was kept in a tank, and little A piped up, “yeah you probably cannot bring a camel to college, they spit.”  Since we do not have a pet camel, it is safe to say we are not bringing it to college drop off day.

One day in the van E and little A asked when we were going to go to chick-fil-a for a meal.  I answered either Thursday or Friday for dinner.  They both picked a day, and then proceeded to talk to each other about which day was a better day.  Little A looked at E and said ‘who ever says it the most quiet saying the day, mom will pick’  So back and forth they whispered Thursday-Friday-Thursday-Friday…  Until they were almost silent.  After going back and forth little A told E that she was “too loud, mom won’t pick you.’  E answered back “mom will pick what ever she wants, she does not care what we are saying.”  That girly is correct.  I just smiled and kept driving.  (We went on Friday)

At dinner I informed Keith that the vacuum was no longer working, he prompted me to check the filter to see if it was plugged or not.  R piped up and said, “not to complain but our vacuum really sucks at sucking.”  We all bust out laughing.

What about you, did you take a fish or a camel to college when you went?  I had a plant.
go hug your kids, they need your love
jen

 

Why is THAT Picture on My Phone?

Today I was looking through my phone pictures for something, I’d love to tell you what I was looking for, but I was so distracted by the random pictures on my phone, I forgot all about the original search, I decided to share the random with you.  Kind of as a thank you for checking back with me while I did nothing, but everything these last few months.imageI think E made this, it is some sort of baby game on her aunts phone, but maybe the game is on my phone too?  I have no idea, but I don’t think I care enough to look for it or ask about it.imageWe live in the south, we see lizards every day, every. single. day.  They are fast and dart around, but every now and again, one is slow.  Someone shut the door while he was in the way.  Even better than a half squished dead lizard is that one of my children felt it necessary to document it. Not one picture but 5 pictures.  Lucky for you I only shared one picture.imageO saved every note she took in her classes, every report and every test.  After graduation she gifted us with everything.  R was lucky enough to be the gift receiver of some notes, he will appreciate the next 2 years.  Everything she gave me was dumped right into our recycling bin.  (There is another stack behind the notebook R is looking at, and another stack on a chair.)imageWe are trying to sell the pool pump, imageBecause, our pool sadly blew up, or blew out to be exact.  The metal was rusty, and  split, the top brace bar had rusted apart in 5 areas around the top of the pool.  When the side panel burst apart 5 more panels blew out. (Sad thing is, it looks nicer in the picture than it did in real life, it was nasty!!!)  The pump was only a year or two old.  I took the picture to put it on craigslist.  Does anyone out there need a new pump I can make you a great deal!imageSome days you just need to wear white satin gloves to school.imageSometimes you just have to Yolo.  I was afraid having high school siblings was making her grow up too fast.  I started to laugh “whaaaaaat?  I just wrote yellow.  You know mom the COLOR.”  *sigh* imageI got this for the college girl!  imageWe had to empty the dining room, Keith was doing the finish work on the windows he installed.  I know what a dusty mess woodworking can make we emptied the room to avoid some of the tedious clean up work.imageWhen your house is almost 100 years old and you replace the original windows with similar looking energy efficient windows, you have to do a little work to make it fit.  To look at it now you would not know that my windows looked like this after he put the new ones in.imageTraffic jam around one of our lakes.
When Mama Duck says lets go for a walk, we all stop for her walk.image“Look Momma, I got a worm in school today, his name is Harry” (Not even Kidding)imageI had a rental for a day.  It was so much fun, now I want a truck, but not a sissy truck, a TRUCK-truck!  I sent this picture to Keith to show him how cool I was.  I think sending the picture to tell him I was cool, kind of took away my coolness factor.  I don’t care, I had a TRUCK to drive.imageFor R’s art final they had to take a selfie, then paint it.  Faces are hard to paint, he found a way around it.  And really THIS is how we see him all summer long anyway.imageOn vacation C had showered and dressed before R ever saw him.  After they sat down did we all realize they were matching.imageNeither boy would change… So they stayed matching most of the day.imageOn our way home from vacation, my mom texted to ask where we were.
I had no idea so I sent her a picture.imageYes, that is ketchup on the wall above J’s head, right over my white chair…imageSomeone was supposed to be giving me directions to her bff’s house, instead she was taking selfies…imageThe last random picture on my phone is an author I just enjoyed her first two books in a mystery series, I was afraid I would forget her name so I took a quick picture at the library before I turned it in.  I did not yet check out the 3rd book because someone else has it…

What about you and your phone?  Is it full of surprising pictures?
Go hug your kids, time marches on and they need your love.
jen

P.s.imageBecause I noticed I left PS out, I added her in as my PS.

The eyes do not lie.

It is official, I am old, I can continue to claim that I am 36, but in reality my eyes do not lie.  I have 20/20 vision.  Except when reading.  Actually reading small print.  Or anything, I guess I should say,  school papers, mothers day cards, notes from the kids, my phone, price tags, or most importantly books… I can read street signs from 2 blocks away, I can read the cards at the zoo, but I cannot read a book.  Not easily, and not with enjoyment, now that my arms are not nearly long enough to hold a book and read.imageGlasses are a silly thing to be vain about.

I did not realize how tired my eyes were, until we were playing a game with friends, the dining room is dim, and the game cards were small, my arm was not long enough.  She gave me her readers.  Those silly readers were great!  A few days later I was at Target, struggling to read the exp date on my coupons, I picked up a pair of readers, the 1.0 level and I could see the date.  I bought those readers.  imageI cannot walk around in them, I cannot drive, they make me very dizzy to do anything but read, but who needs to walk around while they are reading.  Unless of course you are SPEED READER from the GREAT SPACE COASTER.
I am not.
I have more than four pair, I just keep buying them from the Dollar Store, but as fast as I buy them I lose them…  I mostly wear them on top of my head, until they fall off, this is how I look almost every day, Wearing them on top of my head also works like a headband, keeping the fly away hair off my face.

image(Don’t judge the selfie, bathroom lighting is the best!)

The eyes don’t lie, but at least I can read now.
go hug your kids, they need your love!
jen

A Book with A Slice of Pizza

As many of you know, O and I go out on Wednesday evenings.  We leave the little girls home with Keith, drop the boys off at youth group, and make our escape.  You ask why I don’t drop off O at youth, good question, just one you do not need an answer to.  So my girl and I go out.  I love the time with her, we are usually not rushed, we sit and visit or we sit in silence.  We eat a full meal, or we just have dessert.  We work on homework or we read.  We do it alone, but together, without anyone else.  Just the two of us, my girly and me.  I relish this quiet time, because I am well aware how very fast time races forward.

One Wednesday night she had work to do, I forgot my book, we stopped at Books-A-Million in the shopping plaza that had the pizza place we were wanted a slice or two of pizza but she had homework the girly had an English paper due at midnight, they send them online through some program, she did not have to go to school to turn in her paper at midnight, but because of the English paper we could not visit.  We went right to the clearance rack, I was having a hard time finding a book, part of my problem is the book cover, if it is terrible I just cannot bring myself to read it, and heaven forbid someone see me reading a book with a rotten cover.  What would they think of me?

O picked up a book because of the cover, but it was the title drew me in.  The Storied Life Of AJ Fickry by Gabrielle Zevin.  Really I will admit the character’s name is what drew me in A.J. Fickry, I loved his name and wondered about him almost instantly.  From the first page or maybe the second, but most certainly by the end of the first chapter I was drawn in I wanted to know what was going to happen next.  Who does what they did?  Who acts that way?  I was taken aback, offended, and sucked right into the story.  The book was fascinating, I love a book that makes me think about the characters when I am not reading the book.  The characters followed my thoughts long after I finished the book.  It is the story of a book store owner, a little girl, a cop led book club, and love never imagined.  I recommend it for your summer book list.  I promise you will love it as much as I did, if not I will let you pick the next book I read.

We enjoyed 2 slices of pizza and the senior APEnglish paper writing girly had a cannoli.  Outside of the book that I loved, making the evening great she learned her paper was no longer due at midnight but two days later.  There had been a date mixup, and her teacher decided to go with the later date for her students.

The problem with letting myself read on Wednesday nights during our time together, the fact that  there are 7 more days until I can read more.  I really force myself not to pick up my book during the week, there is always laundry to do, babies to play with and dishes to wash.  I try to keep the reading to Wednesday nights, when life slows down for just a little bit.

What about you, have you read any good books lately?
Go hug your kids, they need your love.
jen

P.S.*** As there is a few bits of Adult Behavior I do NOT recommend this book for YA.***
Also, the little girl has some not realistic thoughts for a 2 or 3 or even 6 year old, that did kind of annoy me.

In The End Her Balloon Popped

The day was just not her day.  We should have known from the beginning, as we were walking out the door to go to school, the girly was not yet dressed for school.  At departure time while everyone was scrambling out the door, O walked past me and said “you might want to go up and help her.”  I went up the stairs to find her trapped in her dress, it was twisted, and her arm and head were fighting for the same hole.  I rescued her, grabbed a bow and a hair band, she grabbed her back pack, and rain boots (it was not raining or even predicted to rain.)
We made it to school.

After school my sister dropped the girly and her brother at home, I was not yet home.  By the time I arrived she had her blanket in her arms and tears in her eyes.  Mario Cart racing is not her thing, she cries every time she plays, the boys like to play it often, she begs to play, they resist but eventually give in to her sweet smile, and her big blue eyes, their NO breaks down.  After about a minute into the game she is crying and they are telling her that she must finish, no quitting.  Which makes the crying harder, louder, and more ugly.

She came to me for comfort, I cut her out of the game, took the her along with the baby to Publix to get dinner, spaghetti was her choice.

At Publix somehow the cart fell on top of her as she was climbing in.  I pulled the cart loose, and as I was turning it she was climbing into the cart.  As it fell people came rushing.  The sweetest Bagger who was on the other side of the carts rushed over, grabbing managers on the way.  There was a man in a red shirt, I handed the baby to him as he righted the cart, (he promptly put her into the cart for me, she was so stunned that a stranger was holding her, she did not even move) a grandma was making soothing noises, another man was trying to see if I needed anything, and I was picking up a 6-year-old who has grown more than I realized in the past few months.  She had her ear smashed by the cart.  Two different managers came rushing to see if she was okay, to be sure Publix was not at fault and the cart was not the fault, I assure them that it was fine, the cart and the store were fine, and the girly would be fine.  Taking a minute or two, and assessing her injuries she determined she would be fine, or maybe the baggers promise of a balloon was the answer?  We quickly made our way around the store, and went to get our balloons at the end.  The assistant manager was sweet and kind, letting her pick a balloon out, and letting the baby pick a balloon, choosing the string was important and he knew it.  We checked out and she gave more smiles and some giggles to the original Bagger who walked out with us.  On our way home she chatted happily.  She ran into the house with her balloon closely following her.  She stopped in the kitchen to tell her daddy about her new balloon, when it flew up to the ceiling.  A loud ugly sound, followed by more crying.  Poor girly, never saw it coming.

Dad carried her to the dining room to snuggle and talk with her.  Tears were over when she was promised a new balloon.  As she was walking back to the kitchen she walked backwards into O on her skate board and scratched her leg.  More tears.

Trying on a new dress, more tears.

I left when they were eating dinner, I assume the evening was uneventful, when I got home she was sleeping.

What about you, have you had a balloon make everything better?  Ever have a shopping cart fall on you?
Go hug your kids, and pick up a red balloon it makes everything better, even a shopping cart bruise on your ear.
jen