I finally got around to starting my Project Life album for 2012. I'm only four months behind, so at this rate I should be done by 2014.
Spring has finally sprung in the northwest!
Once the thermometer hits 60, these north Idaho boys consider it summer.
Which means backyard picnics on our still-brown grass at lunchtime,
And time to play carwash with the hose.
My kitchen has been spending a lot of time looking like this lately.
I just cannot keep up with the mountain of dishes I create cooking three meals from scratch each day. I can either clean, or I can cook, but I have a horrible time trying to do both.
Which is why Jarrod gave me the greenlight to hire a sweet girl to help me once a week for a couple hours. That man is speaking my love language.
Today I took dinner to a friend who just had a baby. My very favorite soup, creamy chicken potato (some day I will get around to sharing the recipe), whole grain bread (that I didn't make myself, I'm not super woman) and some of the best cookies ever. It must have been a fluke, because my cookies are usually lame.
My littlest guy has reached a major milestone. Not one that's mentioned in any Dr. Sears' book, but important nonetheless.
It's official: The boy can now snap together his own bionicle pieces and has joined his older brothers in being obsessed with 'robots'
You ever have one of those moments where the lightbulb blinks on, your heartrate increases, and you have an epiphany?
That's how I felt when I learned about this:
I will never again stir Adam's peanut butter by hand. I could cry tears of joy just thinking about it. And the best part is that stirring the peanut butter up with the mixer and then putting it in the fridge guarantees that the last scoop will be just as creamy as the first. It's a peanut buttery miracle.
Along the same lines, but slightly less life changing, was the day I discovered an old magazine holder is the perfect size to hold an entire package of pull-ups. Seriously, what can't you do with a magazine holder?
Last weekend Haydn and Greyson experienced the 'skate park' for the first time.
I was proud of myself. I observed and I took pictures, but I did not embarrass them in front of the 'cool kids' by calling out pointers.
And when Haydn biffed it royally (completely layed out on his back in the middle of the ramp) I allowed him to gather his pride, and his wobbly lip, and limp painfully away from everyone before I checked him for head wounds.
This little dude has been insisting for weeks that we remove his training wheels from his bike.
I didn't think he was ready.
I wanted him to wait.
Boy, did he prove me wrong.