{"id":3014,"date":"2010-03-18T08:31:22","date_gmt":"2010-03-18T13:31:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=3014"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:14:48","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:14:48","slug":"its-all-a-blur","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2010\/03\/18\/its-all-a-blur\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s all a blur"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last night when we were at the park with the kiddos, my friend Lynne said she was spending most days “watching the clock”.\u00a0 That is how I feel.\u00a0 My older boys both do guitar, and bot do LAX.\u00a0 Which really isn’t that much, until you factor in the 2-3 practices a week (each) for LAX, once a week for guitar.\u00a0 Games haven’t started yet, so weekends are still good.<\/p>\n

Cole’s schedule is probably the craziest.\u00a0 Half day K is 2 1\/2 hours.\u00a0 So it seems that he is only there 30 minutes.\u00a0 He does rec center classes three days a week.\u00a0 Art, swimming, gym.\u00a0 Otherwise he gets so bored.<\/p>\n

I have so many good intentions to scrapbook, good ideas pop into my head, plus I love watching the boys look at their books.\u00a0 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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

I want to remember that although our days are crazy, I am loving every minute.\u00a0 Ok well not every minute.<\/p>\n

These minutes<\/p>\n

\"IMG_6188\"<\/a> Because this boy is crazy.\u00a0 Yesterday he told me that he wanted a new mom, a nicer one.\u00a0 Because I told him he had to come home with me after his rec center class, not go with a friend.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 He was mad.\u00a0 He wanted a nicer mom.\u00a0 I told him good luck with that.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_6165\"<\/a> He changed his mind later in the evening, when I took him rollerblading again.\u00a0 And man was it helpful to have an extra pair of hands- thanks Lynne!<\/p>\n

The park was hopping.\u00a0 They replaced our whole playground down by the river over the winter.\u00a0 Now they have all kinds of stuff, even swings for Eva.<\/p>\n

I didn’t get back home to make dinner until 7:30.\u00a0 Which is fine when your husband doesn’t get home until 8.\u00a0 See there are some benefits.<\/p>\n

\"IMG_6166\"<\/a> There was wrestle mania on the floor.\u00a0 The girly jumps right in<\/p>\n

\"IMG_6167\"<\/a> \"IMG_6169\"<\/a> \"IMG_6170\"<\/a> Poor Blake<\/p>\n

\"IMG_6171\"<\/a> \"IMG_6179\"<\/a> \"IMG_6183\"<\/a> \"IMG_6194\"<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Last night when we were at the park with the kiddos, my friend Lynne said she was spending most days “watching the clock”.\u00a0 That is how I feel.\u00a0 My older boys both do guitar, and bot do LAX.\u00a0 Which really isn’t that much, until you factor in the 2-3 practices a week (each) for LAX, once a week for guitar.\u00a0 Games haven’t started yet, so weekends are still good. Cole’s schedule is probably the craziest.\u00a0 Half day K is 2 1\/2 hours.\u00a0 So it seems that he is only there 30 minutes.\u00a0 He does rec center classes three days a week.\u00a0 Art, swimming, gym.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 Ok well not every minute. These minutes Because this boy is crazy.\u00a0 Yesterday he told me that he wanted a new mom, a nicer one.\u00a0 Because I told him he had to come home with me after his rec center class, not go with a friend.\u00a0 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.\u00a0 He was mad.\u00a0 He wanted a nicer mom.\u00a0 I told him good luck with that. He changed his mind later in the evening, when I took him rollerblading again.\u00a0 And man was it helpful to have an extra pair of hands- thanks Lynne! The park was hopping.\u00a0 They replaced our whole playground down by the river over the winter.\u00a0 Now they have all kinds of stuff, even swings for Eva. I didn’t get back home to make dinner until 7:30.\u00a0 Which is fine when your husband doesn’t get home until 8.\u00a0 See there are some benefits. There was wrestle mania on the floor.\u00a0 The girly jumps right in Poor Blake<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,8],"tags":[807,105,163,229],"class_list":["post-3014","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-3","category-family","tag-807","tag-blake","tag-cole","tag-eva"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3014","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3014"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3014\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21314,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3014\/revisions\/21314"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3014"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3014"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3014"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}