Whassup

So, it's almost March, eh? I hope, with March, comes warm weather. Lasting warm weather, not just the little teases we've been getting.

Anna's softball season is in full swing now and I don't like to watch ball games with hard nipples. I'd much rather sweat.

In other news, my house is in disarray. We had to basically rebuild the front wall of our house because of moisture damage. Which led to having to spray for termites. And the destruction of all of our landscaping (which was pretty ugly anyway). And having to re-drywall part of John's room. Which leads to repainting. Oh yeah, and the floors are just half done in various rooms. It's lovely, let's just leave it at that.

In order to make myself feel better, I'm starting to plan a summer vacation. Any ideas?

I think we need a new farm animal . . .

Drumroll please . . .


















Cows . . . check
Horses . . . check
Donkey named Toto . . . check
Goats . . . not yet, but any minute now. Mark has goats on the brain.

So, tell me, what's a good name for a cute wee goat like this?

Little Pieces of Time

You know what I've noticed lately?

That I spend too much time feeling guilty about not enough time spent with each of my kids.

But a little chunk of time with each goes a long way.

Today, I spent the day home with John because he was sick. So he got a big piece of my time.

I had Mark get Emma from the babysitter's after school b/c I couldn't leave with John. I felt a little guilty b/c I hadn't really talked to her all day.

I brought her to basketball practice shortly after she got back and we talked pretty much non-stop the whole way there and back. About school, her 4-H project, friends, haircuts that we're getting tomorrow . . . And BOOM, just like that, I felt back in touch with her and so in love with her. And hopefully, she felt the same way.

Then, I wondered why I felt guilty in the first place.

(Now, Anna has been gone ALL day but that's another story that involves a 12-year old's non-stop social life)