I finally got around to hanging some pictures today. I was going to surprise Rob when he got home, but let's face it, he's not big on surprises, and I'm just not that patient. Hanging pictures in a grid is not easy, especially when you have to jerry-rig some scaffolding. While I was up there Joey said, "Um, Mom, is that safe?" I told him not to tell my grandma about it, but that yes, I was being careful. It feels good to cross that project off my list.
It's not like we never exercise the cereal option when Photo Scrooge is home, it's just that when he's gone I don't even feel guilty about it. I even tended Mikey today, so I could have ordered yummy Hagermann's sandwiches, but I figured that three out of four kids would just as soon eat cereal, and Robbie opted for leftover Café Rio burrito. Just keeping it real so Rob doesn't miss us too much.
If I didn't have to do anything but sit around and read all day, I might be cool with this.
It's hard to be too sad at a funeral of someone who had a long, good life and faith in life after death. After seeing Verna's body, Ainsley became quite concerned about getting old, and announced to us several times during the funeral that she is NOT having any more birthdays. I wish she could stay three a few more years at least!
Last year I made Mint Brownies on St. Patrick's Day, and thought they'd be a fun green tradition. This year I took them to my Relief Society Birthday dinner, but as cupcakes. It's actually a combination of the Brownie Cake recipe and the Mint Brownie toppings—maybe I'll add the recipe tomorrow. Just trying to make Rob's food photo prediction come true.
Ellie woke up crying inconsolably with an earache about 11:30 last night (has ANYBODY EVER had an ear infection during office hours?!). We forced her to take Tylenol, gave her a couple of ear drops and propped her up, hoping that she'd fall back asleep. Half an hour later she was still in massive pain, and she asked Rob to give her a blessing. I went in to lay down with her, hoping to calm her down, but it was not to be. She was awake (and crying most of the time) until about seven a.m. when her eardrum finally burst and relieved the pressure enough that she slept. I called Bryner clinic at eight to see how soon I could bring her in (here's where my sleep-deprived rant starts) and they told me the earliest they could see her was 11:10. So I take a shower, and bathe the girls and sit around holding Ellie because she's so miserable. When we finally got there I notice all these signs publicizing their "acute illness" walk-in hour from 8:00-9:00 a.m. It even specifically mentioned all-night ear infections. So as I'm checking in I ask if this has already started, and it has, but whoever I was talking to at 8:00 a.m. just failed to tell me. I know, not a huge deal, but if you go there, now you know. Here's hoping we never need to use it again! :)
I could eat at Pei Wei everyday. I love Mongolian Beef, and the Mandarin Kung Pao is recently a favorite, but the lettuce wraps are a must whatever we order. And if Rob didn't already have my undying love, he'd have it now for picking up the takeout tonight!
We have gone years at times without fresh flowers inside, so who would have thought I'd post two flower shots in the same week? Two words: spring fever.
We need some photographic evidence of the studying that's been such a huge part of our lives for the past couple of years!
Joey has spent the past few months trying to rival Jonas' mop, which has worked out well for us, because we've been able to use a haircut as a threat for bad behavior. He claims his decision to cut it was not based on Rob's harassment or my insistence on combing it, just that it was "bugging him." He claims to feel pounds lighter, and after seeing this pile of hair on the floor, I can see why. He's a pretty good-looking kid either way.
Last night we went to an adults-only dinner at the ward. They had a ton of these vases from Ikea, and encourage everyone to take them home, so Rob grabbed a couple of roses, and I already feel like I have too many vases in the storage room, so I told him I didn't need any flowers. He quickly informed me that they weren't for me, but the girls were going to think he's the greatest dad ever. And they loved them. In fact, this morning Ainsley said, as she often does, "Mom, I wuv you." But then she added "But I wuv Dad the most, 'cause he gave me that flower." So it's a day late, but here's my photo for yesterday.
