Somebody’s Excited
Look who was busted messing with presents under the Christmas tree this morning!!!! Looks like Santa needs to remind Drew to be a good boy when he sees him tonight. Don’t want to end up on the naughty list there buddy!
Warning: Towel Racks are not Swings
I love this rack that I bought at Bed, Bath and Beyond some time ago. It hangs on the wall in the kids bathroom and it’s perfect for hanging up towels. The hooks are oversized and I never have to worry about the towels looking messy or falling off the hooks and onto the floor. Well it seems that Drew likes it too…as a swing. The other night, he literally tried to swing on the end of a hanging towel and broke the rack out of the wall!!!! Thank goodness he’s okay. Chef Hubby will have to fix the wall though.
Boys. Where do they come up with these marvelous ideas?!?!?!
The Tree is Up!
Well…The tree is up tonight as promised, but it’s not finished. I am the ultimate slacker! Chef Hubby took the tree down along with all of the ornaments and decorations this morning. So when the kids and I got home this evening…all we needed to do was trim the tree. Easy enough right? Wrong! I forgot to get hooks. Ugh. So the tree is up – minimally decorated – and the gifts are underneath. Well, most of them anyway. Santa will be providing the rest (wink, wink).
Hopefully I won’t forget hooks tomorrow and we can finish trimming the tree. We will get this done before Christmas day!
Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree
Can you believe that I do not have the Christmas tree up yet? Normally I insist on it going up right after Thanksgiving. But this year…I swear I blinked and it’s December 19th, six days before Christmas. It’s not all my fault though, it’s been a really busy few weeks. I promise, the tree will be up tomorrow morning – Chef Hubby will do the honors of getting it from the attic. I’ll have photographic evidence posted tomorrow evening after we trim it.
Anyone else slacking on Christmas tree duty? If so, please share…Misery loves company.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Breakfast
I’ve posted this picture in the past here about South Beach dieting. But no matter whether I’m dieting or not, I love love love this breakfast item and I make it ALL the time. It’s quick, it’s simple and it’s full of fresh flavor.
Normally, I prepare this dish with large beefsteak tomatoes but on the day I took this picture, I was able to find yellow heirloom tomatoes at the grocery store. Too cool. Stack the tomato slices with two pieces of lean turkey bacon, one or two eggs over easy (or however you like your egg), fresh cilantro – my favorite herb – one slice of low-fat Colby Jack cheese, salt and pepper. Yum.
It’s a really filling dish that I feel will leave you satisfied, but if you need a little more; pair it with 4 ozs of Greek yogurt, fruit and a cup of coffee. You’ll have the perfect quick, easy and healthy breakfast.
Not So Fast Dear
What a long week. In addition to all of the normal run of the mill mommy stuff, I signed up to be a volunteer at the FHSAA Girls Volleyball State Championships. I figured it would be a great way to help in the community, learn a little more about the sport my daughter loves so much AND I would get credit at Robi’s club for this years dues (I know I know, I wish I could say I volunteered just for the satisfaction of helping others).
The volunteer meeting was on Monday night and I let Robi tag along with me. I’m so glad I did. We toured the facility and our potential assignments were explained. One of which was shagging balls. At this, Robi scoffed and said there was no way she would do that for seven hours a day during the tournament.
I couldn’t believe she said that. Robi had no problem with me being an indentured servant working off HER club dues, but she had no desire to help herself. Is this what I have to expect from my budding teenager? I really hope not. In any case, all I had to say is…open mouth insert foot. Guess who shagged balls Friday night and all day Saturday. I wish I had gotten a picture of the look on her face when I found out that I could sign her up as well. It was priceless.
And the Championships? They were great. We had a lot of fun and a handful of girls from Robi’s club were volunteering with their moms as well. Congrats to all the teams that won. Those girls can really play some volleyball!
As for Robi and volunteer work…I think I’m going to be looking for more opportunities for her to give back (and me too). Helping others is important and volunteering is a great way for her to learn appreciation and humility for the life that she has.
Spontaneity
I miss it. Being Spontaneous. More specifically…I miss going to the store whenever I want. Is that silly? Getting the urge to do something, anything, and acting on it the moment I feel like it. No planning. Just action.
The only reason why I even remember what spontaneity means, is the fact that on occasion, I actually find myself with the precious golden opportunity to be just that. Spontaneous. It comes out of nowhere, like a shooting star. Blink, and I may miss it.
On any given night, my lovely mother will show up on my doorstep to take the kids for a weeknight sleepover – she’s pretty awesome. Chef Hubby’s at work. Score! I’m alone…but not lonely. The house is quiet. Ummm. What a feeling. Oh, and I can do whatever I want!!!! Yippie! I think I’ll take a nap. Just kidding. I do NOT let these moments go unappreciated.
The last time I was blessed with this most welcome present of me-time, I lounged around, did a little housework and went to bed around 8pm. But I wasn’t tired and felt like I should be doing something more. So around 11pm – after much internal debate – I actually got up and went to a local hangout for some wings. Now that’s spontaneous. I even stopped at a gas station to fill up…AND went INTO the store instead of having to pay at the pump in order to avoid taking Drew out of his car seat! What a great night! I felt like I was in college again.
Here’s to more opportunities for us parents to be spontaneous!
Inspired by TheDailyPost topic #303
Happy 12th Birthday Robi
Yesterday was Robi’s 12th birthday. I can’t believe it’s been twelve years since she came into this world. I can remember it like it was yesterday and yet the time is literally flying by. I look at her now and I am amazed at the strong, intelligent and beautiful young lady she is. I feel blessed that God has gifted me with the honor of being her mother. Happy birthday baby girl. I wish you many, many more. I love you with all my heart! Oh…and so does dad, drew, grandma, grandpa etc, etc. By the way…that’s a huge piece of cake you sliced there!!
My Car the Dump
Contrary to popular belief – or at least that of my children – my car is not a garbage can or the city dump. I should post a sign.
This car is not your trash can. Please take your garbage with you upon exiting. Thanks. Mommy
Is this a common mommy problem? I know I cant be the only mom with this issue. Cleaning out the car is a daily ritual – even more so on the weekend. And I’m always surprised at the things I find even though at this point I really shouldn’t be. Candy wrappers – even though I limit their consumption – are everywhere. Cupcake wrappers, crumbs, goldfish, french fries, chicy nunnits (as Drew calls them). You name it, I’ve found it. And this includes finding crusty Go-gurt under Drew’s car seat during my quarterly routine of deep clean shampooing the car’s upholstery. How on earth did he manage that!!! Thank God for steam cleaners.
I keep saying I will NEVER again allow food in the car. Not to mention random homework and craft papers. But who am I kidding? As a mommy, I live in the car. So I have no choice but to continuously clean it out…before it really does become the city dump!!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows
As usual, it came down to the wire for this photo challenge and I have to thank Robi for the inspiration. We were sitting at a red light – on our way to drop Drew at daycare before getting her to school. She looked up at the hotel and said “I wonder if anyone actually lives there…not just vacation but lives there everyday. What would that be like?”
That was pretty deep for an eleven year old at 7am. Looking to the hotel, peering though a window into the life of a person inside. A peek into someone else’s world. What are they doing? Why are they here? How long are they staying?
Then again she could have just had The Suite Life of Zach and Cody on the brain. Either way, thanks for the inspiration Robi.
