Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Little Things

We have been so incredibly busy here, I don't think it is healthy. Somehow we are managing to hold ourselves together, but just.

I tell myself this is just a cycle and those wonderfully slow, relaxing, peaceful days will return at some point.

Just let me keep telling myself that - it gives me hope!

Pretty telling when you reflect back to a household of young children and call it slow and relaxing, lol.


As I was getting dinner in the oven, cleaning the kitchen, folding laundry, bathing Ethan, unloading the dishwasher, and trying to study I saw something that gave me the feeling that I was getting "a break." I was folding the last clean towel in the pile and all that was left was socks. I scooped them all up and put them in the "sock basket."
(not my actual basket)

Now the "sock basket" may seem like an unorganized, chaotic mess, but to me it is bliss. I DON'T HAVE TO MATCH SOCKS!!!!! Honestly, matching socks is stressful. I am sure all of you out there have perfectly matched socks every time you wash, but that has NEVER happened to me. Not-even-once!

Despite the fact I have been leaving the house before the sun is up and we all get home well after dark, I am making plans for an early spring garden. Thanks to a suggestion from my sister, I have procured barrels and am looking for dirt. My goal for this summer - NO WEEDS. Although you may be intrigued, you will have to wait until it is set up and then I will take pictures. Considering I haven't stepped foot in the back yard since October, don't hold your breath! :-)

Now, enough fun. Back to work it is.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Party Goes On

Even though the holidays are in the past and we are all preparing for the New Year before us, Ethan is clinging to the fun.

He woke me up excited and couldn't wait to show me his room:
It was time for a party!

Yesterday after we closed up the shop he told me he was tired and wanted to go to my bed. Hmmm, I never let him sleep with me (because I wouldn't get any sleep), but after dinner and bath I let him crawl in my bed to look at books.

He is way too heavy to carry when he falls asleep so I told him it was time for him to get in his own bed and I went to pull down his bed covers.
Now I know why he wanted to stay in my bed.

In case you need interpretation - those are Santa's sacks.