Last night when we were at the park with the kiddos, my friend Lynne said she was spending most days “watching the clock”. That is how I feel. My older boys both do guitar, and bot do LAX. Which really isn’t that much, until you factor in the 2-3 practices a week (each) for LAX, once a week for guitar. Games haven’t started yet, so weekends are still good.
Cole’s schedule is probably the craziest. Half day K is 2 1/2 hours. So it seems that he is only there 30 minutes. He does rec center classes three days a week. Art, swimming, gym. Otherwise he gets so bored.
I have so many good intentions to scrapbook, good ideas pop into my head, plus I love watching the boys look at their books. I am hoping that I get enough down on my blog so that I can go back and reference when I actually find the time to sit down and do something.
I want to remember Austin and Matt’s conversation about pole jumping on the way to LAX practice, I want to remember Eva getting freaked out over MB’s doll, I want to remember Cole learning to rollerblade and holding Lynne’s hand up the middle of our street.
I want to remember that although our days are crazy, I am loving every minute. Ok well not every minute.
These minutes
Because this boy is crazy. Yesterday he told me that he wanted a new mom, a nicer one. Because I told him he had to come home with me after his rec center class, not go with a friend. By this point in the day he had gone to K, had a friend over, gone to rec, and now it was time to go home and get Blake to guitar, then Austin to LAX. He was mad. He wanted a nicer mom. I told him good luck with that.
He changed his mind later in the evening, when I took him rollerblading again. And man was it helpful to have an extra pair of hands- thanks Lynne!
The park was hopping. They replaced our whole playground down by the river over the winter. Now they have all kinds of stuff, even swings for Eva.
I didn’t get back home to make dinner until 7:30. Which is fine when your husband doesn’t get home until 8. See there are some benefits.
There was wrestle mania on the floor. The girly jumps right in
Poor Blake
Great photos of the kids. You sound so busy! I am looking forward to my youngest getting her driver’s license so I don’t have to run her around. I remember a lot of running when I had all three girls home and in activities. I miss the interaction, but I love my freedom. I do cherish the memories of my girls growing up.
Cute photos, she’s getting so big. I know what you mean about time,You should thinking about doing a blog book.
That 1/2 day school IS a killer! I live for the days when Alex has an extra activity at school, even if it is just 45 min of lunch bunch. Seems to make a world of difference.