Little boy stink

Remember this?  My baby is no longer so much a baby at nearly 3, and no longer has that piney fresh smell.  He has graduated into the stinky little boy phase.  I noticed it this morning as I begged for a snuggle and then snuggled him right to the bathtub.   Sniffff….  aaaah.   Lavender. (high on my favorite smells list- J&J lavender shampoo).  And a few short hours later as I crawled in bed next to him to wake him from his slumber…   the lavender was gone.  In it’s place…   stinky little boy.  Can I borrow someone’s baby? 

Domino affect

Days like today make me grateful for the hum drum run of the mill daily on goings.  (Minus the amazing Pedi and plate of brownies)

Driving and picking up 8 different shifts in 100 degrees made for a necessary few changes of clothing.  Shelley came and gave me a Pedi, (highlight of my day thank you!)  The other Shelli brought me a plate of brownies.  I am sure they were delicious,  my kids devoured all but 4 which I stashed on the counter for Jason I at a later time.   Instead, I forgot to lock up the stupid cat and she enjoyed them.  Lainy wanted her nails painted like mine so we did.  Jared later decided he wanted some painting done as well, but without help.  Everywhere.  White cabinets, knees, feet, hands, shirt.  I found that mess while I was making some semblance of a meal out of my most favorite whipping cream biscuits and a new chicken fingers recipe that looked and smelled divine.   Here’s how that went down…   As I opened a brand new gallon of apple juice, Lainy spilled water.  She grabbed a towel off the counter that was holding the plate of freshly baked biscuits.  I tried to catch (and miss) the plate and the apple juice went flying.  All over me.  By the time I returned from taking a sanity break, the chicken was ruined.  Sigh.  At least we had leftover pizza from last night to eat.

Dear friends

How often does a friend come along that you can preceed the term friend with "dear" or "best"? Not often for me. I think they are scarce so that we don't become lax and take them for granted. Truly it is a gift to have a dear or a best friend, and one does not have more than a handful in a lifetime. Whatever the case, I am grateful for those on my small list of dearest friends. These are women who I have leaned upon, or have leaned upon me, since that is what a friendship essentially means. You fill gaps when you are needed, and get your own gaps or in some cases, gaping holes filled by thier love and compassion. You cry with and cry for them. You laugh at, get laughed at, and laugh together. All of these friendships have seen and overcome trials, heartache, or sorrow. It is through this that the friendships are solidified. I am grateful for a Heavenly Father who is mindful of us always and uses his children to steady, uplift, and strengthen one another.

Losing it… finally

As a second grader, this kid has been waiting for years to lose a tooth.  He has stubborn teeth, and the only reason this one got knocked loose, was while opening opening a gel bottle with his teeth it slipped! 

A week or so later, Jason gave it a good yank and out it came.  Jayce quickly asked…   “Mom, do you have anybody coming over tonight?”  Nope.  “any clients or anything??”   I should have led him to a rooftop, he needed to do some shouting.  He made sure to smile as largely as possible to draw attention and possibly an inquiry of his newly spaced teeth. 

A little dinner conversation

Lainy:  We used to live in Aprica.

Mom: No lainy, California.  And it’s Africa.

Jayce: No, you used to live in that little corner state.  You know, the one on our map with an apple on it.

Mom: That’s Washington and only dad lived there.   They have really good apples there. 

Lainy: We’re going to move to Africa. 

Mom: No Lainy, we’re not.  You know the people who have very dark brown skin?  A lot of them are from Africa.

Jayce: No fair- they get the best apples there. 

Let’s begin again…

No vacancy… please no more vacancy

Make new friends, but keep the old

One is silver and the other is….

Gold.

Jason brought home a kitten last Sunday from a family out here and we just love her.  Growing up Jason’s family called Indian fry bread, ‘flapjacks’  which is where we got the name of our dog (who looks much better shaved).  And we thought we would follow suit with the cat.  We eat chili with flapjacks so we named her chili.

Of course the kids love her and don’t set her down unless specifically told to do so.   Lainy said the opening prayer in primary today and I was told it went something like this:

Dear Heavenly Father,  thank for my family, (etc)  please help us to be kind, and love each other…  (pause) and please bless the cat.  And please bless that if she jumps over the fence we will be able to get her back. In the name if Jesus Christ Amen.