It's all a blur

It's hard to believe another week has come and gone. Busy busy busy...just running on the hamster wheel :)

:) We signed another client last week. That officially makes 6 and we possibly have another new one waiting in the wings. I am very very happy for the new business, especially in this economy but finding myself a tad (ok, more like alot) overwhelmed thinking through all of the new work and issues we have on the horizon.

:) Scott is getting a bit of an adventure. He so needs a good drive to refresh him. He's been putting in a ton of LONG days. He'll be traveling through Colorado, which is only one of his favorite places on earth. Too bad it's not all pleasure.... the new client is the destination. Bet he'll be bringing home real estate brochures..... sigh......

:( Poor Caleb is STILL fighting some sickness. Still running a low grade temp, stuffy nose, lack of appetite. Who at the age of 4 weighs 29 lbs - who? No fun. No fun. No fun.

:) Had all of these layouts laying all over my art desk in varying degrees of "doneness" for a few weeks. I snuck in bits and pieces of art time this weekend and things just came together easily. Maybe, I'm just letting go of the need for perfection on each layout and just trying to tell the story and enjoy the process. I did...enjoy the process that is :)

:) Carah is back at school safe and sound and nearing the home stretch. :( Unfortunately when she got back to her house, you had some uninvited guests.....dead baby mice....yuck. She's so brave....she cleaned them up (with a spatula - tee hee). I would've moved out.

:) Zach is getting closer to being an Air Force meteorologist. Gosh I can't imagine how hard that is. I talked to him last week. He seems happy and settled and that does my heart good. He ran 1 1/2 miles in 9 1/2 minutes - that's awesome. I remember when he was on the track team in middle school and barely could run that mile. ;)

:) 24 is on and it's "date time" with hubby.

Some extra estrogen in the house

Carah was home for Spring Break the past 10 days and the extra estrogen was a really nice addition. She and I enjoyed our usual shopping trip for clothes, not once, but twice this time. We both hate clothes shopping passionately, mostly due to those hips and thighs (thanks alot GT!) that make shopping for jeans torturous but together we managed and we managed to laugh along the way. We found her some cute tops (as always), interview attire, VS undies, and even some spiffy glasses with Sissy attitude. :) We also put a dent in all the prizes and stuff she needed to do for her Up Til Dawn finale on Friday.

She cooked for us a couple of times. Super duper pretzel baked chickent tenders with oven baked potatoes and then maple chicken. It is such a treat for me to get a home cooked meal at someone else's hands. Thank you so much Sissy!!!!

She gave Honey and I a date night (we saw Confessions of a Shopaholic) and she took care of numerous baths and boy play time. We watched Grey's together instead of chatting during it via phone. And the chick flicks got dusted off and watched together. We went to lunch and we talked girl talk and she rolled her eyes at me lots ;)

I love her. I love having the extra girl power in the house. I love listening to all that's she's got going on and how she manages it all so well. I love that someone else in the world understands my emotions and my crazy sense of humor (yes, singing fish do it for me :) ), I love hugging her in the flesh even if it infringes on her "bubble". She is beautiful inside and out and she is already missed.

>note to self - teach those boys how to use your camera!!! :)

Our personal version of Ying/Yang

He works on Math

while he works on his Clown skills

Enough said.... :)

When the little one is "pecking me to death"...

he is my salve. I heard the expression once, "Having children is like being pecked to death by chickens". I giggled and then dismissed it...not my children! And quite honestly, I usually stick by the not my children thing but...there are days..... This morning was one of them.

It went something like this. The littlest was up at 5:15 a.m. because he decided the pumpkin light on the timer in his room scared him to death. (I think that was a ploy but that's a story for another day). Now, I admit to exaggerating for a laugh but I kid you not, this morning...from 5:15 a.m. to the time he left for school, 8:15 a.m., he was quite busy pecking me to death. Turn the TV on. I can't hear it. I don't want to watch THIS Tom and Jerry. Let me SCREAM at the top of my lungs when the whole house is asleep just for the heck of it. Let me SCREAM some more because you are upstairs waking up Budgy and I need my bum wiped. Let me fuss about my breakfast. Let me fuss about my sticky hands. Did I tell you I HATE this toothpaste, even though I insisted you buy it. And it went on and on and on. Anyways, you get the picture.

Now the part about Nathan. He is my salve. He is the calm serene happy little face that I focus on when I'm in the midst of this torture. He wakes up with a smile. He asks for little. He eats his breakfast happily and thanks me profusely for making it. He tells me he loves the drawings I leave in his lunchbox. He tells me he loves me over and over again. He just is EASY. Now mind you, I LOVE each and everyone of my kids. They are my greatest joy and blessing but this morning. I am especially grateful for him. Thank you Nathan. :)

Everyone needs their own personal SuperHero

Meet Superfrog. I'm not sure what his superpowers are, other than streaking through our house at high rates of speed knocking over everything and everyone in his path but he certainly is cute. As an aside, the boy behind the "mask" decided he needed to be a superhero at pre-school today instead of his usual "princess" persona. Daddy breathed a deep deep sigh of relief! :)

Over and Over again :)

This is what Caleb has been watching this morning AND in true Caleb fashion, over and over and over and over again. He is my art buddy. He loves to sort through my art drawers and play with stamps and ink. He loves paint, especially watercolors. Watching his fascination with this video leads me to wonder what is in his future? Will art be more than a hobby to him? Will he harness his creativity to make a living/make a life? What can I do to help him to feed his creative spirit? I want to help him dream and believe that it's all possible. Somewhere along the way, I embraced someone else's idea that it was impossible to make a living doing what I loved. I want to allow him to decide for himself.

Watch and enjoy :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpunQZ4cUyI&eurl=http://mollyirwin.typepad.com/mollyirwin/2009/03/get-out-your-colors.html