Time Marches On

I am fully aware that tomorrow is the last day of February.  

And I will update this blog.   Really I will.

Does anybody want Girl Scout cookies? (I have several cases sitting in the living room, lining the wall.)

And Soon Too!

I promise.  

Maybe.

Right after I change the sheets on the wet bed, clean the rug that the potty training girl just soiled, re-caulk the bathtub that I screwed up the first time when a spider landed on me as I was perched precariously on the window sill with one foot holding me from a slippery end.  Right after I get the laundry cycled and start supper, which happens shortly after I get lunch cleaned up and dishes put away from the dishwasher (I love modern technology).  I need to brush Samson again too, as he just got a bath uptown and is shedding endlessly, which compliments his good looks. (And boy does he smell better than rotting garbage now!)

We have a new printer.  And it works (imagine that).  Super well. Prints and copies, every time you tell it to. I love it and have scanned enough into it to make my life somewhat more efficient.  Somewhat is a loose term. 

Lars has a new fascination with the Titanic. He has always loved ships and freighters and boats, but now is learning lots about the ship and it's fate to the bottom of the Atlantic.  He informed Elia just this morning while looking at a book that the Titanic hit an ice berg in the middle of the ocean and sank to the bottom with hundreds of people on board and they drowned or froze to death in the water. To which she answered, fingers in mouth, "uh huh" and walked away.  Word to the wise; don't walk away from Lars when he is attempting to educate you on something.  It causes problems.  She dutifully came back and listened to the rest of his spiel about the lifeboats and the rescue until his schoolbus came and honked loudly for his signal to put the book down and board the bus. 

Excuse me a moment while I dress a Polly Pocket and fix her house.  (The side wall fell off in a sudden tornado). 

Now where was I? 

Oh right. 

We got the Buick sold.  I need to run the paperwork to the courthouse after the notary public signs to the fact that it's Allen's signature on the paper.  Who knows if the notary public is the signer?  Shouldn't they need a witness to that, too?  Or does that just complicate matters further?

Well crud, the phone rang and I lost my train of thought.  

Oh I remember.  At story time this morning, we celebrated Dr. Suess' birthday, who happens to share a birthday with the librarian's son, who I'm told is a lot like Dr. Suess himself in some ways.... but I digress.  The kids made hats from Cat in the Hat and glued fish on paper for One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish.  Elia wanted her snack (Red gummy fish) as soon as the glue hit the paper and the fish were secure.  

After running routine errands today, I am relegated to the desk work that so easily gets forgotten because I'm too busy having fun being a Mom.  In fact, just to get out of this chair a little longer, we made muffins.  And they're tasty too.   

Eden, who is now 100+ days into being a first grader, had her first experience as her classroom's Alternate to the Morrill County Spelling Bee in Bayard (a nearby town).  She practiced her words and presentation and annunciation for the week prior, but did not end up competing.  Which suited her just fine, as she was terrified to go to school that day in case she had to go the Bee. 

There's the buzzer on the washer...brb. 

Elia, the ornery and obstinate one of the bunch, has had her brush with the law of Mom lately.  She prefers to dress like a princess (which at this point means wearing a dress), and act according to her own set of rules, changing them as she sees fit and crossing her arms across her front to show you how mad she is.  A bird could definitely perch on the lip she has at times.   She and I hang out in the mornings while the older two are at school, often playing with dolls or reading stories or putting puzzles together.  She helps me bake and put dishes away, fold towels and clean up spills when she's not being bullheaded.  She must get that from her Aunt, that's all I can think of.  She still hates the vacuum cleaner and thinks Samson is her personal chauffeur at times, but they are learning to respect each other every day.
Allen has been busy working on race car stuff, pastor stuff (Happy Lent), sick people and funerals.  I've been busy with Mom stuff, EMS stuff, Kids' stuff and all the other 'stuff' that doesn't really have a category.  

Christmas cards didn't get sent this year (no offense I hope), and I have a stack of unopened mail that needs a good going through one of these days.

Planning trips to Wisconsin for a wedding next month and then Michigan for another wedding & vacation this summer. Lars wants to fell some trees with his Uncle Chad and Cousin Josh, as well as go fishing and watch boats with Papa and Zac.  Eden want to swim and ice skate.  Odd combination.  She is also excited about being the flower girl in Cousin Lea's wedding.  

And that about sums it up.  Life is good.
 
I'll get back with you all someday.  

Until then, keep on.