I've Had Some Writer's Block

If I'm going to post something, I like to be somewhat whitty about it. Lately, though, I haven't had much to say that's of any interest, let alone even a little bit funny. I've been *gasp!* BORING. Well, maybe not so much boring as I have been busy. I mean, seriously busy. Snort has been sick again, and on breathing treatments. Honestly, if that poor kid could catch a break, it would be great. Regardless of how you look at it, though, this little guy is one happy camper all. the. time.

So, what does a mother do when she's super busy and wants to save time? She decides that ice cream sandwiches are indeed a form of sandwich and that serving them will mean less clean-up because there are no prep dishes. Is she a smart mother that does this? Hmmm....let's see.



Nope! Instead of washing two or three dishes, that lazy mother instead gets to scrub down a pretty little baby girl and everything within a twelve mile radius of her. The moral of the story here, girls? Use vanilla ice cream next time. It's less noticeable.

I went to a meeting of our state's council on Deaf and Hard of Hearing Birth to Three this past week. Before going, I decided I needed an outfit that didn't scream "Yeah, I'm a stay at home mom and I've really let myself go. What's your point?". So, the King gave me some money and sent me on my way. Can I just say I'm HUGE? The clothes that fit me had numbers on them so high that I couldn't even count them. On the way out, I spotted Noah's Ark and tried to get on. They told me I'd sink the ship and sent me on my way. I came home, cried a little, and then had an ice cream sandwich to make me feel better. It would have helped, but the ice cream kept getting all caught up in my many chins. Yeah, I'm a classy lady. What can I say?

In other, more exciting news, Number One turned eight and was old enough to be baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It was a wild day which included three haircuts, a soccer game, some missing underwear, a kid swimming in a baptismal faunt, small children screaming wildly as they ran up and down the aisle in the church, and one beautiful amazing moment as a little boy made a very grown-up choice. The King's parents were here with us for four all-too-short days.











So, that's what I've been up to. Busy, busy, busy, but I couldn't be happier. I have the four greatest kids on the planet, my house is still standing (and is almost big enough to fit my whole butt in it), and there are ice cream sandwiches hidden in my freezer.