What's the Cub Scout motto? Always be prepared!

Several days ago (Tuesday to be exact) my hubby and I decided we would take the kids, bike to my husbands school together, and drop him off for class. As always, we were running late, so in a rush we were finally ready to go. I had Brains on a seat behind my seat and Smiles and Curly together in a pull-behind trailer also connected to my bike.
I would have taken a picture of the kids ON the bike, but since I didn't have time and I really don't feel like re-enacting what they looked like on the back, I thought this would do.

J was on his bike and I was getting ready to pedal away when I realized my chain was off. Unable to fix it myself since I had all 3 kids on my bike and don't have a kick stand J came over and fixed it for me. Okay, now we're ready? Right? Oh... just kidding:o) Not even a block later I decided that the wheel on the front of the pull behind was strictly for walking not for biking since it was flapping around making it hard for me to steer. "Hun," I said, "sorry, but we have to stop again. I am certain this wheel doesn't go on here for biking." This was our first trip with our new pull-behind and we had been wondering if the wheel did or didn't stay on when biking. So we stopped again and struggling because of all the weight on my bike, got the wheel pulled off, majorly annoying delays! Once again we were on our way - can I just say my thighs were KILLING me and we weren't very far. I was kind of wondering how I was going to make it all the way to the school and back. We stopped at a light which was on a small, but steepish hill, and when the light turned green I couldn't get ANY momentum. Slowly (ever so slowly) I trudged on while letting out an army cry, "AHHHHH, this is SOOOOO hard." People watching from their cars were probably thinking I was a total drama queen and maybe wondering why my husband had a bike free of children carrying his bag looking like a total prep while I had 3 kids on my bike. Well, that was on purpose since I am most often with the kids, it's just easier to have my bike all decked out and ready to go. Finally after my long struggle across the street we were back in business and then it hit me, "Hun? What gear is the easy gear again?" J yelled back to me, " the first gear." Should seem obvious, but I always get confused on the gears, "well that explains it! I've been biking in the seventh gear! No wonder I am so tired already!" I switched gears and realized that the trip to school wasn't going to kill me after all, I WAS going to make it. Yay! I was kind of feeling like the Little Engine that Could, trailing along behind husband, "I think I can, I think I can." J had a low tire and since we had some time to spare (amazingly) I suggested going to the gas station for a drink and we could quickly pump his tire there. I decided to be helpful and start working on that for my husband while he grabbed the drinks and well, being the bright person that I am... I overfilled the tire. Totally exploded the tire, and shredded the rim, while causing me to go temporarily deaf (along with a nice ringing in my ear). Fabulous right? So we were going to be on time, but considering we were a couple of blocks away from the school still and now we had to walk J's bike to school, yep, we were now officially going to be late. What a trip! We finally got J to school and now I had a new journey home. It went much smoother, though I had some issues on this one painfully gradual hill - wasn't sure if it was ever going to flatten out? Anyway I got us home just in time to get the kids out of the bike paraphernalia, the bikes into the garage and the kids into their car seats so we could go pick up my husband and his crippled bike. I was scheduled to babysit at 12:30 and that was quickly approaching! I picked up J, we got the bike harnessed onto the back of the car, and our friends I was babysitting for showed up and followed us to our house.
The kids I watched were extremely good, but it was one busy thing onto the next, and then the next, ALL day long. After babysitting my friend and I (and our kids of course) walked to the park to meet up with some other moms. It was fun, and somewhat relaxing:o) Well, we all parted ways and I headed home with just enough time to make supper, feed the kids, bathe the kids, and put the kids to bed (while I was heading to my sisters house to watch the Biggest Loser - our Tuesday night ritual). I felt like everything I was doing all day was in fast forward, I rushed in everything I did! I even ate so fast that I hardly enjoyed my food at all. I headed to my sisters house (and by the way my husband was home with the kids - all of whom were fast asleep) and let myself in since she was on a different walk with another friend, and soon to get home herself. I was already an hour late, but figured, "oh well, at least I get to watch the weigh in." Then I heard some kids in the hallway and realized it was my niece and nephew, my niece was kind of scratching at the door so I sneakily flung it open and startled her (and yes I was proud of myself). Then I noticed my nephew screaming at the end of the hall with a horrified look on his face. I ran over as fast as I could and noticed his finger was stuck in the heavy metal door (not the opening side, but the other side of it). My sister was talking to a friend from college days and thought her kids we being ridiculous and fighting over something, until she heard me call her and declare what was going on. Once we got her kids inside I volunteered to bathe her two girls since they had played at 2 parks and were ready for bed, while my sister tended to her sons finger. By the time we finished with everything we had maybe 15-20 minutes left of the Biggest Loser. Wow, that was a no go! So after my loooong and busy day, I was quite happy to get home and go to bed. What a day!!!
This afternoon my husband and I were singing together at the piano when we heard what we thought was a tornado siren! We looked at each other and rolled our eyes as if to say, "oh great, now we have to wake up the kids!" We sat and waited just to make sure, but the siren didn't change pitch. Curious? Is that not a siren? My hubby then smiles and says, "Oh." He lifted his hand which was resting on the keyboard and the "siren" stopped. I don't think it could have been a closer pitch to the sound of a tornado siren if we tried, totally crazy! We thought it was hilarious:o)

No More Paper Towels Please!

While shopping for our Easter meal with my in-laws, my mother-in-law decided I needed some paper towels. She got a 6 pack of them and noticing I said, "Oh that is WAY to many paper towels. We will never get through all of those." We needed some toilet paper too, so I had her pick up a smaller package of paper towels, while I grabbed the "toilet paper". Yep, I DID just put that in parenthesis:o) Today when I went to open the "toilet paper" I found that I had bought a much larger package of paper towels than the 6 pack my mother-in-law had grabbed, I bought an 8 pack of double roll paper towels!!! Anyone having a graduation party? Or windexing the windows of a mansion or something??? I have paper towels... alot of them...and no toilet paper (well now I do since I had to run to the store to get some)... I suppose we'll be good on paper towels for, well, like the rest of the year:o) Oh and not to mention the pack of 3 paper towels my mother-in-law got instead of the 6 pack:o) We're good for a loooong time!

Today our landlord came over to fix some cupboards in our kitchen. He came while the girls were taking a bath, right after Curly had announced that she needed to go potty. I got the door while Curly was whining in the background for the potty, let our landlord in, quickly finished up the girls baths, and finally got Curly on the toilet. After Curly got all dressed she wandered out into the kitchen, finding an unfamiliar man working on our cupboards. She came back into the room (where I was brushing Brains hair) and declared, "There's a man!" I found that kind of funny since from her perspective that would be really odd. Anyway while the guy was working on one of the drawers he had his head in a cupboard and my really mature little girls noticed holes in his socks. Brains went really close to his foot and pointed to one of the holes while snickering, then stood back to finish snickering with her comrade Curly. Our landlord never did notice they were laughing at his socks, thankfully, but seriously here, how funny are holes in socks anyway? Goofy kids!

On my way home from church I dropped by McDonald's to pick up a burger for my hubby. I came across the happy worker I mentioned in another post, and he greeted me by saying, "Oh hey, it's Miss Witherspoon!" Not feeling like a Reece Witherspoon look-a-like tonight, but still a welcome compliment:o) Anyway I got home (Wednesday nights after church are ALWAYS SUPER hectic), my hubby woke up; the girls were eating and needed to get to bed; Smiles also needed to eat, take his medicine (which takes forever), and go to bed; and then little man on the floor a.k.a. Smiles grunted. Oh okay, so now I have a diaper to change too, another fabulous diaper I might add. Bathtime! An unintended bathtime:o) Can I just say that Smiles LOVES his baths and pretty much makes me struggle to keep him alive the whole time he is in the bathtub. Tonight he decided the best place for his head was right under the running faucet??? I kept pushing it away while trying desperately to wash his little body. The water wasn't even deep since I learned my lesson last time he had a bath (usually I just sit him at my feet while I shower and let me tell you folks that is a WHOLE lot easier). Last time he had a bath I was soaked, fatigued, and shaking from the multiple heart attacks my son gave me. I think it would be wise to get him in swimming lessons as soon as possible:o) Anyway, after Smiles bath I farewelled my husband as he left for work, finished with the kiddos (which by the way if I remember to brush all my kids teeth twice a day [I ALWAYS brush them before bed, but not always in the morning unfortunately] by the time a day is through I have brushed 8 sets of teeth - I know your jealous!), talked to my sister on the phone, and soon got off the phone since we were sitting in silence while we both worked on the computer - we are so lame. So here I am, blogging. *My sister did have some exciting news when she called! My nephew repented of his sin and acknowledged what Christ did for him on the cross! He got saved tonight!!! Yay George! Such an important decision!

Here it is 11:55 and I do have to get up in the morning, so goodnight! Until next time!

Table # 23

It was a very busy week this week. Smiles started up with on-going fevers Monday just as Brains fevers of several days came to an end on Sunday. I finally took Smiles to the doctor on Wednesday because these fevers were relentless and he was super cranky and tugging at his ear. Since Smiles just finished medicine for an ear infection the week before our doctor gave him some different/stronger medicine for a new ear infection. My in-laws came in on Thursday morning at about 4:15 a.m. (Smiles had already been awake and we stayed up to chit chat for awhile - altogether he was up for like a 4 hour period). Needless to say Smiles wasn't so Smiley all day Thursday due to major lack of sleep, and being so sleep deprived made it so he couldn't relax and go to sleep, and yeah... FRUSTRATING! We started to notice a rash all over Smiles torso and head and wondered if it was his medication or just something due to a sweaty crying baby. Friday his rash turned into hives so we called the doctor and started him on some new medicine - grrrr. So he began another 10 days of medication which I'm having some concerns with, but hope to finish up so his poor body doesn't get all messed up. Saturday Smiles finally became his sweet little self again, happy and well... Smily:o) Good to have him back!

I finally got my haircut - something I've been intending to do for months now. I'm not sure why it takes me so long to go get my haircut, but it gets pretty ridiculous the length of time that passes between haircuts. Anyway, I like it and most importantly my hubby likes it. He said it reminds him of our dating days (since I had short hair when we first met). Anytime I get a haircut and he says that, I know it's a good thing. J is a short hair guy, weird I know, since so many guys love long hair. He said it makes my neck extra kissable *blush*.
I went to the Spring Banquet with J on Friday night. We even had free/eager babysitters for the kids (since the grandparents came out). We got dressed up and had a REALLY good meal - which was also free since my husband is officially a Senior, that's right a SENIOR:o) It was fun! Probably the most eventful thing of the night was trying to find our table. We were searching everywhere for table #23 and finally someone told us the order of the tables. We're like, "Oh. Okay, there's #20... #21...#22... #24 - WHAT? Where is our table?" Apparently we got moved twice? Finally, after parading around and searching for an embarrassing amount of time we found the guy with the master list and were directed to our new seats.

Early yesterday morning my in-laws left. After Curly woke up she was calling for her Nana wondering where she went. The kids just LOVE their grandparents and I'm sure it's totally thrilling for them to transition back to normal life with boring mommy after Nana and Popeye are gone, though we do make the adjustment:o) While heading off to Walmart later in the day the girls were wondering why Papa wasn't coming along (like he ever does anyway). I told them he was busy with homework, work, needing sleep, etc. Brains said, "well me and Curly are busy!" I'm like, "uh, yeah, not really." Brains said, "Well someday we'll be busy because we'll be mommies and we'll do the laundry, pour milk, and when I'm a mommy I'll drive a car." Made me smile:o) Her idea of busy and being a mommy are so funny!