Saturday, January 10, 2015

My Friday

I started out taking pictures of peculiar things around my house that I realized probably only appear "normal" to a household of littles.  Part of me wanted to remember this time in my life through pictures, and part of me needed to step back and laugh about all the silly things before I let the "messes" "craziness" and "chaos" swallow me whole...

This age is cool because helping mommy with chores is still "fun"
Like for instance, I woke up early yesterday morning...(Friday)...decided to do my devotionals by flashlight so as not to wake anyone..and enjoyed the peace and quiet.  I even dove into a suspense murder mystery novel I checked out to read...I was flipping through pages getting drawn into the plot when I hear this "thunk" "thunk" "thunk" coming down the stairs...I see a figure in the darkness...it's Autum wearing her panties, cowgirl boots, throwing her lasso, and asking where a gun is because she is "Sheriff Callie Wild West" and needs to practice...keep in mind this is 6:30 AM...then she suddenly switches roles and remembers this is cheerleading/dance performance day AND she has gymnastics class today...she turns around and plods back up the stairs in her boots, shaking pictures on the wall yelling something about her hair bow and cheerleading uniform...

I blink a few times, try to process what just happened and go back to reading.

After getting the two older kids to school, Autum and I play.
First I do her make-up and hair...hot pink eye shadow, purple blush, braids and a high pony tail with a big ribbon for the Bull Pup Hi- Stepper Performance she has 12 hours from then...

Then, it's my turn...
She has a thing for purple streaks down your face...very Native American.  I removed the black make-up from her box after last time's makeover session..
Then she did my hair...
 And my nails...but I had to wear her gun and holster because we were still acting out "Sheriff Callie" at this point.
Well, after playing a while...I told her I needed to do some book keeping from last year's tax stuff and could she play by herself a little while...she agreed.  So I stuck my head into my laptop and tried to run some numbers...well before long an hour had passed and it was time to go pick up Blake from school.  Without thinking, I throw on a hat, a coat, get Autum all bundled up and ready to roll...

I get in the van to leave and Autum says, "Mom you look so cool with your striped face and your gun and holster...!!"

Oh my word.  I realize I just about walked into the school dressed like a wild woman with a gun and holster and face paint, with 1 ponytail out the side of my head...I may have taken over the evening news in our town if it weren't for the grace of God and Autum's observance of her "cool" mom...(plus the fact, I had just told Leah's principal a few weeks before I wasn't crazy, just concerned, when it came to same issues I brought up in a meeting..)

Dear Lord...

2 hours later we go to the dentist...Leah is so excited to get new band colors for her braces.  So she decides on red.  But finds out she only has room for one band...so we get ready to leave and Autum says, "look mom! Leah has 1 bloody tooth...!"
Yes, yes she does.

A few hours later, at Pizza Hut.
Autum shoots our waiter between the eyes with her straw wrapper right as he's taking our order...then laughs!  As Leah is shoving crackers off the salad bar into her coat pockets, pants pocket, etc...While Jerad and I try not to laugh and he mumbles something about us not getting out much...they bring us our order of cheese sticks and Autum yells, "oh sure, bring us the SHORT pizza..."

Finally, last event of the day.  The girl's hi-stepper dance performance at the McPherson boys basketball game...

Girls are prepped to perform. Blake is freaking out because of the loud noise and buzzer.  He has his arms wrapped around my neck, legs wrapped around my waist, head buried in my chest, and keeps pulling his "dude" ear flap stocking cap down over his ears farther... only gotta last til halftime dude...just hang in there...

Well, we get to half-time, I stand up to take video of the girls performing and realize several things all at once..."my legs and crotch of my pants are soaking wet..."  "I forgot to put a pull up back on Blake before we left the house..."  "he drank a lot of water at Pizza Hut"

UGH...I had to walk down to the half court line to pick the girls up...with 2 wet streaks down my thighs and a wet crotch...
Yay!

I swallowed my pride, pulled my coat down as far as I could, and owned it. :)

The life of littles.



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