Close Call

Doing the dishes seems like a simple enough task, right? And yet, nothing is simple these days. :) I turned the water on to wash dishes this morning, thinking everything else was under control. (Why do I ever think that??) Not more than 5 seconds later, Audra was crying and Emilia had spilled her bowl of cereal. Our hot water runs R-E-A-L-L-Y slow, so I left the water running while I took care of the other issues, knowing it takes forever to get enough to wash dishes. I went and got Audra and cleaned up the spilled milk....and in the process TOTALLY forgot about my plans to do dishes, let alone the fact that I had left the water on! It was at least a couple minutes before I remembered. I ran back in the kitchen and found this:



And we have deep sinks! For the first time ever, I am thankful that our hot water runs sooooooooo slow, or I would have had a HUGE mess to clean up.

And why am I blogging about this? I mean, do you really care that I nearly flooded my kitchen this morning? Well, probably not. But I do. And this blog is as much for me as it is for you. This is one of those simple moments that I worry that I'll forget about my life with little kids. I want to remember that, yes, it actually is possible for me to forget--in a matter of less than 2 minutes--that I turned the water on and intended to wash the dishes. I want to remember the craziness of my days because it is my life right now and someday (all too soon) these kids will be grown and gone and no one will be here to distract me from washing the dishes and I just might not be able to fathom that I would have ever been as absent-minded as to forget what I was doing 2 minutes ago. I love my kids and I love my crazy life. I want to remember as much of it as possible because I know I'm going to be sad when these days are over. So there you have it. My almost overflown sink. And my heart so full of love for these little munchkins that I even want to remember my sink looking like this.

{this moment}

A Friday ritual. A (sometimes) single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. This week I couldn't decide on just one photo...so you get several. Happy Friday!

Yikes! Stripes!!

These are from the same day...slight outfit change. She's got a thing for stripes (that's a bit of an understatement).





Niiiiiiiice. Reminds me of my sister :) I can still hear my brother when we were kids, "I am NOT sitting by her....I don't care, mom, I WILL NOT sit by her. I am not going to let anyone see me with her."

So far, Emilia's brothers couldn't care less. We'll see how they feel when they're in middle school. With any luck her fashion sense will have matured a bit by then. But you never know, marching to the beat of your own drummer does run in the family!

Oh, and do you like the sharpie half-mustache? She's got a thing for markers, too. I usually keep them out of reach in a cabinet, but you know, every now and then I actually need to use a sharpie...and every now and then I forget to put it back. She's got a sixth sense about them and ALWAYS finds them. Not too much damage this time, just a little half-mustache--to go with the stripes!

{this moment}

This is an idea from SouleMama...A new semi-regular Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

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Not My Best Moment

This morning, Audra was peacefully sleeping BY HERSELF, the older kids were happily watching TV, so I thought, "Perfect! I'll get a few things done while the kids are all occupied." Silly me. I should have known that was a recipe for disaster.

I came back out into the living room to find Emilia playing with a wad of yellowish stuff in her hands. She sweetly looked at me and said,

"Poopy."

No question. It was a statement. She knew exactly what she had.

That's right, my friends, she had gone into her room, dug one of Audra's poopy diapers out of the trash, opened it up, used about half a pack of brand-new-just-opened-this-morning wipes to "clean" (her words, not mine) the diaper (left the wipes scattered around the room) and then played with the poop like it was play-doh.

The good news is that my food processor is a dream when it comes to shredding cheese and we have a casserole ready to bake for dinner tonight.