Pint Sized Gangstas

We had a major heist in our neighborhood this afternoon. Not just the in the neighborhood…but in my own BACKYARD!

I was in the kitchen and I peeked out the window because I could hear Lincoln’s voice as he came through the back gate (from the home of my good friend and the kid’s preschool teacher) on his way home from preschool.

As the gate opened it was like releasing the water in a dam. Kids flooded through the gate like kindergartners when they are told it is time for recess.

You see, the house on the other side of the gate is also a home with many daycare kids and it was playtime.

So as I am getting a good laugh at this rush of kids I notice they are running onto my back porch (just out of line of site) and then running back through the gate as fast as possible. THEN I realize they are each carrying something. Toys!

By the time I get downstairs I see the princess scooter disappearing through the gate and there is a darling little boy with a curly headed mop dragging a bike up the hill towards safety.


So I did what any brave and reasonable Mom would do in my position and sent Anna to deal with it and retrieve everything.

I still don’t know if there were like twelve kids or just four really fast ones.

So a few minutes after Anna took care of things and I am talking to my friend over the fence when we hear a commotion.

Jail Break!!

We see kids tumbling out the window, from the bunk bed and onto the picnic table. They had pushed the screen out and were making a break for it.


I LOVE it here! My life would be so boring (in comparison) anywhere else.

Get It Right!

“Lincoln, do you want to go play on the playground while Luca has soccer practice?”

“Ya. But I have never done it right when I go. Never. One time I bumped my head. Another time my tummy hurt. Two times I was so cold. Another time a girl kept hitting me. Once I was sick. I have NEVER got it right.”

Here is the poor boy at one of Luca’s soccer practices. Doesn’t he look miserable?


Seattle Slime

Hey Seattlites! Just some advice. If it is still in the rainy season and you go to put on a helmet that got left outside…look inside it first.

Little girls (and probably anyone, but my experience is with little girls) don’t like squished snails…cracked shell, slime and all…in their hair.

Oh, and the slime doesn’t come out with a wet wipe either. You actually have to submerge the whole head of hair in water and let it soak and then shampoo it out. Twice.

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Why Didn’t You Come Over YESTERDAY?!

I had a really great start to my week.

I got up early each morning and didn’t even lay down on the couch. Not even for Oprah. I went to be earlyish (11:30pm)…twice…which is also impressive if you know me.

I tried out three new recipes just so I could use up some fresh ingredients and they all turned out really good…AND they were healthy.

I scrubbed my bathrooms and cleaned my floors and organized various spaces.

I tended one of Lincoln’s friends on a couple of the days because his mom was out of town.

I did three good butt-kicking workouts!

I washed all the bedding and all the other laundry is caught up.

We have eaten at home all week.

I have played “Where the Wild Things Are” UNO, pickup sticks, Blink, colored with crayons, and even played with Polly Pockets.

We have had three soccer practices in the cold, two of which all four kids went along.

I even made laundry soap!

Well, it all came crashing to a halt today when I woke up this mornings and….it was gone. The energy. The drive. The motivation. Nowhere to be found.

All I wanted to do was SLEEP.

Soooo….I stayed in my pajamas. I didn’t even brush my hair. I just put my it in a ponytail and brushed my teeth. That was the extent of my getting ready today.

The one year old I tend for a few hours in the mornings came over. I shut the door to the family room, dumped a bucket of toys on the floor, turned on Dora the Explorer, and laid on the couch. I still interacted and played…but only from a horizontal position. Anna retrieved various items and ran errands for me for the next two and a half hours (blush). Kai napped. I caught up on the latest episodes of The Backyardigans, Dora, and The Wonder Pets. Life was good.

But I was still tired.

Soooo….I finally hauled the crew upstairs for some lunch and to wait for my friend to pick up the baby. Nope. Her husband did. He has seen my in my sweats/jammies before, but it is a little more humiliating at 12:30pm.

So, a half hour later my kids are running back and forth playing with the neighbor kids through the back gate. I decide to sneak back there and round them up. I poke my head through the gate and call them over and as they slip through the gate I try to quietly close it without drawing any attention.


I had been spotted.

So I chat with my friend/neighbor for a few minutes. She has seen me many times in my grubby morning splendor so I am mostly okay with it, even though she was looking all cute, as always.

Then another head pops up over the gate.

It’s Mr. B. One of the kids preschool teachers.

No need to bother getting dressed by this point.

Anybody else want to come over and see me before I get in the shower?! I have a really glamorous shine to my forehead and there is a part of my bangs that won’t stay in the ponytail and so it sticks up and out at an unnatural angle. I will even stay in my baggy grey sweat pants and fifteen year old blue and green plaid oversized sweatshirt just for you!

Nope. You lost your chance to see me all dressed and with makeup…unless you would have come during my workout and I could have said, “Oh, don’t mind the sweat. I’m just working out.”…that would have been okay too.

You missed the chance to come over when my house smelled like fresh baked muffins and Pledge and fabric softener and there was not a single crumb on my floors (k, so that might be stretching it).

When my energy returns I will take a picture and then when you do come over on my next day like today…because that is when everyone comes…I can show you what you missed.

TAGS: Beautiful Women, Glamour and Awesomeness, Lack of Pride, Wonder Woman, Laziness, and Nobody is Home!!

Sometimes, I Can Relate

I was sitting at my computer today relaxing and killing time. The house was quiet. We were all having a little downtime. When a high shrill shriek pierced the air from the next room…


Then all was silent once again.

Because The Night Belongs To Mothers (isn’t that how the song goes?)

Finally! Some validation!

Being a night person has caused me a lot of guilt many many times in my life so I loved reading this article.

I have always felt like we all have our times of that day that we are the most on top of our game and the most productive. I have tried many times in my life to switch my schedule to be a morning person, but it is just not how I am wired.

Having children has made me slightly alter my schedule so I can deal with mornings, but I still love late nights and I tend to get the most done between dinnertime and bedtime…whenever that might be.

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