Saturday is a special day

Seriously, I love Saturday.  Wearing PJs all day and cleaning. Awesome.  Listening to how-to books on i pod while mopping.  Fabulo-so!  Cutting out piles and piles of fabric for purses and color wheel quilt while watching chic flicks.  The best!  Making my own folders for said pieces of fabric...well, that's just ridiculous because I had real folders less than three feet away.  But, what do you do?  Poor Chris, he's STILL working on that house... Uh, oh. I guess it's technically not saturday anymore.  The only thing missing from today was m&ms.  But, it's probably for the best.

hiding spot

Bentley thinks that hiding in the closet is the best.
This week I'm thankful for:

a big sale at Gina's fabric store

a croquet party

that Heather doesn't mind me putting holes in her walls...(more to come on that later)

and most importantly I'm thankful that the house should hopefully be done TODAY!!

and I'm thankful that this means I may actually be able to see my husband more and that we will be able to dance again more than once a week!

I'm also thankful that today is cleaning day and laundry day!  For some reason that sounds like the most fun thing I could possibly do today!

the after--take 3

here is the follow up from the last post:

Well, here she is.  I think it's cute.  There are a few more little spots I need to get. But not too terrible.
Today I'm thankful for dinner time!  

Salon Mommy

That's right. Salon Mommy.  Mandee gave me a bunch of garage sale fodder when she moved all the way to California.  My friend is gone, but I have all of her condiments, random food from her freezer, and her swing set.  It still is no replacement for not having her.  BUT, as long as I have her stuff I might as well pretend to be a little more like her.  Or maybe with all her extra stuff around I thought I was somehow channeling her hair dressing skills.  I found a box of combs and brushes and clips and little razor thingies (what ARE those anyway--you may as well tell me, you know if you don't I'll try to figure it out on my own!).  

So I'm digging through the box and I find this really cool kids smock.  I immediately issue an open call to Salon Mommy.  I'm at first met with resistance, that is until I impress my would-be clients with my fishie smock.  At last I have my first customer.  The scary part is that I think I can actually cut her hair and she says she wants it super short so I just start snipping away.  

The result is this:
Not exactly even, but is that really the whole idea behind hair cuts?  Well, it took me two revisionary attempts. But I think it's actually not too terribly bad at this point.  

This is embarrassing.   I can't believe I'm even posting it.  Ah well, what is it with me and hair?  I always do something rash and end up regretting it later. I should leave all future hair cutting and dying attempts to the professionals.  I've already told the cutting story I'm not telling the dying one!  How many hair fiascos can one family endure in one day??

Until I get a better hair picture, here she is with her new kindergarten teacher.

Mrs. Stedina.  She actually came to our house for a home visit!  How awesome is that.  As you can tell they got along just great. I think Chickie will be much less nervous to start school in July.  And so will I. 

Speaking of school.  Maybe I should start considering beauty school just as a risk management option for myself.

Today I'm grateful for Mrs. Stedina, nap time, and technology that keeps me in touch with friends both old and new, near and far.  Oh, and of course I'm grateful for the "If at first you don't succeed try, try again" philosophy.  Hmm, maybe I shouldn't be! ha

Do I subconsciously like like yellow?

Today, as I was sitting at the kitchen table with Chickie eating a consolatory ice cream cone, as is our custom after surviving a visit to the doctor, I notice a little yellow.  The door of our little FHE chart is painted yellow.  How odd, I thought.  Since yellow is not usually my top pick.  And the color of the door to our symbolic home should be somewhat uh...symbolic.  Although as I type this I remember I went through a yellow door faze. 

At any rate, I went through the house counting yellow things.  Oddly enough, I was wearing my one yellow shirt, and each of us has one in our closet.  
A random yellow banana magnet on the fridge.  This probably falls under the toy category and just for the record I did not count yellow toys.  We have many many yellow duck/chick type toys.  
There are a few yellow books in my bookcase.  There are my yellow kitchen gloves, although, had there been a choice at the time, I would have opted for any other color.  
Weirdest of all I  painted myself wearing a yellow shirt in this huge purple painting.  Probably to counteract the purple-ness of the rest of it.

In spin class this morning our instructor had us guess the base color to the names of the new crayola crayons.  Does that make sense?  She said, "happily ever after"  I answered, "blue"  therefore I didn't have to sprint with the rest of the class.  

When I was little I chose blue as my favorite color.  My reasoning was not that I liked it best, but I felt sorry for it because all the other girls chose pink or purple.  Who feels sorry for a color?  That should have been my first clue that I am waay to sensitive for my own good.  I guess it comes in handy sometimes.  Others, not so much.  

Although, now I think blue genuinely is my favorite color.  Especially green-y/turquoise-y shades of blue.  

Is there no point to this post?  Ah, yes.  Back to the doctor.  Poor Chickie...it's allergies!!  When you think of allergies don't you just think:  YELLOW.

How do you feel about yellow?  And how do you think I feel about yellow?  I'm so confused!

coping

My to do list today:

nice long run: check

healthy breakfast: check

get ready:  check

popcorn and cookies for lunch:  in about 10 more minutes

Bentley's list for today:

break off the ends of mom's paintbrushes in keyhole:  check

dump out all of mom's strait pins on berber carpet:  check

fall asleep while eating lunch:  check

Olivia's to do list:

whine and complain about feeling sick:  check, check, double check

change bentley's diaper complete with diaper cream and all: check

tell mom:  check

What a weird day. What a weird week.

My friend called to tell me about her new big volunteering job(s) and I started to cry.  She kept saying how now that both Riley and Addison will be in sports for a while she thought she should get involved.  I said, "That's the kind of thing that moms with big kids do!" WAAAAA.

I think my feelings on this subject may have been just a little peaked because of a kindergarten meeting earlier this week.

My other friend is moving all the way to CA.  WAAAAA.

To distract myself from all of the growing up and moving on going around over here I am eating treats for lunch and letting my kids rule the roost.  That is only as a last resort. Yesterday I tried organizing, and today an extra long run.  So when all else fails turn to food right?  Probably not the best idea.  But...what do ya do?

To cheer myself up I played around on this site.  My maiden named spelled Beadle Tannery.

That made me laugh. 

I'm thankful to have people in my life that I care about.  

early?

We got to gymnastics early today.  I said, "We're early."  Chickie says, "What does early mean?"

I can promise you she has no such confusion with the word late.