A Lament

I'm really tired of wearing clothes these days.
They're either too tight, baggy, colorless, stretched out of shape, dirty, late '90s, itchy, or (most of all) hard to nurse in.

But let's face it, the alternative is UNTHINKABLE.

Our Own Peter Rabbit

 

Calvin age 2.

Taran's Concert

Taran had his annual concert towards the end of the school year. He'll be moving up and out to another school soon.

 

How'd my little "big boy" get to be such a looker?

 

Martin Quote

Enoch[Whiny]: Mommy, Taran’s laying on my bed and teasing me. He won’t let me make it.

Mommy: Tell Taran that I’m coming up in five minutes and all the beds should be made.

Enoch[Firmly]: Taran, mommy said that she’s coming in five minutes and she’s going to spank you.

I am so so so so so so so so so so SORRY!

Kirsti, Please forgive me. I totally forgot and I totally suck. I hope you get this in time.

Here's the picture you wanted.

 

Here's how I feel.

 

Here's something to make you smile.

 

I'm SOOOOOOOO SORRY!

Martin Quote

Calvin [to Enoch]: I’m going with you Enoch; I’m not going with myself.

Martin Quote Illustrated

Mommy: Enoch what happened to your leg?

Enoch [dramatically]: It's Black Oak.

The dreaded disease...
 

Martin Quote

Emma [Shouting across the street to her friend and trying to explain why she can’t come over to play.]: I can’t! My mom’s crazy!

Sleep Catches Calvin, again & again

Sometimes the stairs are just too long...

 

 

...and that bed is too far away.

Calvin, age 2. April 2009.

Update:
Not 10 minutes after I posted this, I took a picture of this...

 

 

tick...tick...tick...

I’m still here, I’m still alive and I’d really love to post something.

Unfortunately my to do list is so hugely long--and everything on it must be done IMMEDIATELY--that if I think about it my body starts to seize up and shake so violently that I’m afraid I might explode! (Okay that might be a bit of an overstatement, but you get the idea right?)
The only way I am even able to post thus right now is that I’m nursing in front of the computer typing with one hand. It’s slow going…

I really do have a lot to put up here, we’ve been having a great life, I hope yours is as full, but this side is empty and I need to burp my baby…

…then make lunches,
start the crock pot,
make a cake (David’s invited a co-worker from CA to dinner),
clean the bathroom,
and the kitchen,
and the family room,
and close the doors to all the other rooms,
start the laundry (the boys are out of unders),
slice up watermelon (end of the year party),
fix the car (that’s a whole post in itself),
exercise (you can’t maintain this perfect size 14 without a little every day),
pick up little boys,
pick up Emma,
finish dinner,
pick up Taran,
take a shower (I skipped it yesterday),
and whatever else pops up: usually something with rewinding the roll of toilet paper or mopping up the lake of milk on and under the table.

And as you can see, I’ve put down the baby and indulged myself way too long on this rant.
Cheers!