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We took our children to Maui for 10 days of sunshine bliss in January.

On day three, I had to spend 2 hours by myself having a DTR (define the relationship) chat with the beach.

You see, I believe in vacations...not trips. Vacations are to relax, and get tan. Trips are better off spent at home.

I have only been on trips with my children, and only been on vacations with my husband.

You can see where I am headed here...me and my sand filled toes had some real digging to do together when it came to my expectaions of my "vacation"

Needless to say, we had THE time of our life spending long mornings on the beach with our kids, watching whales up close, and sharing weird flavors of shaved ice.

Blake was extremely upset that we weren't touring homes to purchase during our time there, but he also said the same thing about Grand Mound, Washington when we visited Great Wolf Lodge.

We Celebrate it Right...

 

 

 

 

 

Have I every told you about my favorite kind of birthday party?

It's the kind where you get to invite 14 of your child's friends.

And really you get to invite your closest friends, because you force your children to be friends.

And it's right after lunch, so you don't have to feed the masses.

And then you feed them cupcakes after they have spent an hour and a half jumping off the walls.

And then it's over and everyone goes home.

And you don't have to clean up the mess.

And you forget to send out Thank you notes.

Hmmmmmm...yes...

Let's just be honest...

 

the vast majority of the time, I have no clue what I am doing...

A perfect example would be the ever changing look of our blog. I have ideas in my mind of what it should look like, but have to sit and watch youtube videos on how to impliment that. I'd rather catch up on all of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills episodes. I mean really...

But since my husband was recently recongnized in a bar...

in Las Vegas...

because of someone who reads our blog...

I thought that I should pull it together.

Here goes.

What?

 

I have honestly been scouring groupon and living social for a great deal on a housekeeper.

Instead I decided to enlist the help of my 4 year old.

Meet The Kids

My children are constantly talking to themselves. When I ask them what they are saying, their response is, "Oh, I was just talking to my kids.:

They have actually said this for about a year. I never understood what it meant until last night.

Blake was taking a tub, and he started mumbling. I said, "What?"

He replies, "I was talking to the kids...in my head."

"Mommy, they talk a lot."

Really? Weird.

Beat Beat

Be Still My Heart.

I think that this man...is quite stunning.

TOO Cute

I found this darling link that you can add to your blog if you are giving away something free and fabulous.

I will post it each time I've had it with my kids.

Spanish 101

Blake has a friend named Juana.

"mommy, it starts with a W. Sound it out....wa wa wa wa Wana."

He told me that she doesn't speak american.

After correcting him, he told me that she doesn't speak Washington.

After explaining that she doesn't speak English, he responds with, "yeah, that."

"mommy, she speaks Spanish."

I then said, "well are you helpful to Wa Wa Wa Wana (kiddddddding!) and explain things that she doesn't understand?"

"Oh Mommy, of course. If she doesn't understand something, I just say uno to her."

A Lesson in Friendship

So Blake is loving kindergarten. He is full of great stories from his days, and his current favorite story that he tells me each time he hops off the bus, is whether or not his friend Atticus, (The boy who desperately needs a haircut to stop looking like a girl...thank you Blake) has decided to actually be his friend that day.

It makes me hate Atticus.

I asked him how he felt when Atticus said he didn't want to be his friend. He said, "Mommy, I don't really care. I just told him that whenever he was ready to be my friend again, that I would be here."

That makes me not hate Blake.

Thank you Margaret

For letting the world know I have a blog in your Christmas letter this year.

I guess we all need a little accountability now and then, especially from our mother.

I will consider blogging beach side in Hawaii next week.

Stand by.

Crazy Halloweenie Martinis

I needed about 16 after throwing a party for 30 preschool and elementary aged children the night before Halloween.

Especially when it poured the entire night.

Thank goodness for friends with canopies, stretched out, end to end along our back yard, as well as durable carpet.

I was having far too much fun that I never took photos of the actual party. So here is one. And the others are of my children, NOT dressed up for Halloween. I honestly have no explanation as to why.

Whatever.

Mr. Preschool 2010

It doesn't get much cuter than this.

Tattling...

You would think that I am going to post about my kids telling on each other, but no.

I am writing about my kids tattling about Dave and me.

We got a lecture from them (Blake mostly, Parker arms crossed, head nodding up and down, saying "yup" over and over) about Dave and I "arguing".

We are not really yellers in our house. Frustrations come and go, and are quickly discussed, and then everyone moves on.

Today Dave and I were having a "discussion" about my painting abilities. He really really really (REALLY!!!!) didn't want me to repaint my dining and living room.

Don't care.

Down goes the red (soooo Eddie Bauer Spring of 2001...) and up goes the most lush combination of Santorini Blue and Hush.

Dave didn't like my technique.

I don't like painting.

So if I do a bad enough job, he will come do it for me. See how that works?

All of a sudden Blake bursts out from Parker's room and yells, "Okay you two, this one is going straight to Nanna and Grandma. We are telling them about this arguing."

Dave and I look at each other, our eyes get really big, and we cover our mouths so he can't hear us gasping for air.

He then says, "Now good luck with that!" and slams the door behind him.

And while prepping Parker that Blake would now be gone in the mornings, his response was, "Dat's Sine Mommy. We sould just go to the mall esery day."

Presenting...

View Ridge Elementary's Cutest New Kindergartner...who's favorite color might be red?

What?

"I mean Mommy, think about it. If Jesus is in my heart, who is in Jesus' heart?"

You are Blake.

"By the way, Mommy. How heavy do you think God is?"

Ask your daddy Blake, he knows.

My kids are bound and determined to own bunk beds.

"Ring" in the 4th

Right.

Dave and I almost handed ours back to each other after thinking it would be a darling experience to let our kids ride their decorated bikes in the Downtown Bothell 4th of July Parade.

Who hates themselves and their spouse so much that they would put themselves through such a stupid and horrid event? Parker can't ride a bike, let alone steer straight, so Dave brought a long painter's extension pole to help him head in the right direction.

Yes, you read that right. The pole kept slipping off the back of Parker's trike, and Parker kept heading into the gobs of children whose parent's were smart enough to let them just sit on the sidelines and beg for candy...

From Blake. Who was trying to pedal, steer, wave, ride downhill, smile, wave, brake, wave, all while trying to pass out taffy.

I almost killed him.

And then I started laughing.

Dave almost killed me...with a painter's pole.

Remember the time that I cleaned out all of my kids toys, and left them each with next to nothing?

I was so pleased that I took pictures.

And forgot to show you.

How selfish of me.

Like I said, Blake will pick flowers for me at any cost.

Yesterday he told me it would be cheaper, and "more honest" if we just started planting seeds rather than picking other people's flowers.

Play On...

Who knew that the traveling pianos would end up in Everett of all places!

I have no clue what this is.

$10 buck to the person who can tell me exactly what or who it belongs to.

Blake found it in the back yard and laid it on my desk.

He wanted to surprise Dave with it when he got home from work, so I told him to put it in a plastic bag, and to wash his hands 6 times.

Dave never got to see it.

Because we can't find the plastic bag.

Anywhere.

In my very best Parker voice...

"Mommy, I want to eat whad dat boyz eating!"

Parker and I took a field trip to the University Bookstore.

With everything in him, he tried to convince me to buy him both of these books.

We opted for a wind up dino.

Pack it up, move it out

If you only knew how much time Dave takes to fold all of our family's clothing while it is still hot from the dryer. I have been told this keeps the wrinkles out.

Hmmmm...makes sense.

So when we find that Parker spent 2 hours while he was suppose to be napping, unpacking his drawers and laying suitcases on top of them...it kind of makes my way of folding clothes seem a little more practical, no?