Random

I love climbing in to bed when the sheets are cold, it feels so clean and refreshing.

Dinner prayer with M:
"Mom, you say it. Mom, say 'Heavenly Father'"
A breif pause by mom.
M, "Ready, set, go".
I couldn't help it, I just put my head down on my arms and laughed for a long time, not the best reverence example out there, but it was great.

E, A, M, Matt and Roger when camping last night. This morning E tripped near the fire and fell into the coals. He's got 2nd degree burns on both palms and most of his fingers. Went to urgent care today and they said he might have to see a burn specialist. He wishes it had never happened. But he is enjoying being waited on my his mom.

If you haven't tried the Yummy Lemonade Chicken posted in my recipe blog (thank you to Jackie for giving me the recipe), you absolutely must do it as soon as possible.

Our garden is doing great. So far we've harvested spinach. We can't wait to eat our strawberries, cucumber, eggplant, zucchini, butternut squash, radishes, carrots, lettuce, bell peppers, potatoes, tomatoes, corn, broccoli, artichoke, chives, onions, garlic, peas, watermelon, honeydew, cantalope, and lots and lots of herbs.

I can't wait for my cruise with my favorite girls in the world, only 27 more days!

I am grateful for Allegra.

I had a dream about kittens, it was wonderful.

I have to step up my workouts, I think I've hit a plateau, now I gotta give it a little more juice.

A's work schedule for April is a good one, lots of good days off, Sunday is the one I am especially glad about, it's no fun to go to church alone.

Scissors that aren't sharp are not worth much.

THAT mom

Maybe it was the head cold compounded by allergies.

Maybe it was the fact that it is an 'El Nino Year'.

Maybe it was that I was hungry.

Maybe it was the hormones that come with certain female occurances.

Maybe it was that I need new shoes.

Maybe it was the sight of my six-year-old son being pinned by a four-year-old girl and not being able to get out that made my vision tunnel and me shout across the mat: "Get out and flip her over!"

Yes, friend, I have become THAT mom.

I have never categorized myself as a competitive person, but we've signed E up for Jui Jitsu classes, and quite honestly, it's painful to watch my non-agressive child underneath a little girl. Picture a girl in pig tails sitting on top of him, biting her fingenails, waving to her friends, putting as little effort into the activity as possible.

Don't get me wrong, it's not the fact that she is a girl that turned my periforal vision black, and my voice to boom so that every other parent in the room stopped their conversation with the neighbors and their heads to whip around and look at THAT mom.

Apparently I am that mom who gets in a coach's face when her T-baller is called out when he was obviously safe, apparently I am that mom who insists that her pee-wee footballer be the starting QB, apparently I am that mom who loses control when her she sees 4-7 year old wrestling matches going unfavorably in her son's direction.

I mean honestly, it's just a wrestling match between a Kindergartner and a Pre-Schooler, breathe, Alicia, breathe.