Finally... finally... I know blogging is not my job or priority but I still get anxious when I deviate from my routine. That is -- I usually post my Church outfit on Sunday (or Monday if I am a little behind)... but wednesday? might as well just wait for next week right?
This Sunday was Corpus Christi Sunday. After Mass, the first communicants (including my son) were special guests of the procession. Lunch was moved to 1p and after lunch, we all needed a nap. We made sure hubs got some much needed rest as well. It was father's day and he gets woken up lots in the middle of the night... And it's not Lucas waking him up... but the middle three.
Louis Vuitton, Neverfull MM, Damier ebene with Rose ballerine interior
^she's way too close to these plants. It's freaking me out. I am 92.8% certain there's poison ivy somewhere there. ^
Mondays are a shock to the system. I definitely received lots of presents.
I cleaned up a puddle of urine as soon as I woke up. Somebody did not make it to the toilet because he refused to use his legs properly. He has a bruised knee and was scooting around the house on his bottom.
with so much frustration, I dug around boxes and looked for a shirt and pair of shorts. I found the blue Mother Mary shirt from my good friend, Sr. Solanus. I put it on and it was way too tight on the chest area. I had to find a back-up top. ok tunic it is....
I changed 3 children, sadly with not enough patience since I raised my voice... I chased baby D4 - she thought it was a game of "let baby cry while momma is changing me."
I fed baby then burped him. Baby burped, and up he regurgitated, give or take, an oz of milk. There's trickle of milk on my tunic all the way down to my left leg. I was back to the boxes to find another loose fitting shirt.
He asked: is Baseball camp over?
Me: yes
D: good...
Me: how come? you did not enjoy it?
D: it's a lot of running. I get tired.
The afternoon camp was "DIY backyard party." They had summer olympics on Monday; Fairy garden tea party on Tuesday; Pajama/camp night party on Wednesday; Luau on Thursday. He missed the summer olympics party because he mistakenly went to robotics and followed the 5th graders. His favorite party was the Luau. They had an inflatable pool and went "swimming." they also drank pina coladas.
^His least favorite position
2. Swimming lessons are going well for the older three. Isabel is getting better with his bobs with almost* full exhalation when underwater and then inhalation when above water. They were ready to advance her to the next level yesterday but she said she did not want to. When asked why: she likes her current teacher and if she advances to the next level, she does not want to leave her. awwwww...
Daniel is getting better with his floats and glides and his kicking.
Bastian has made the greatest improvement. First class was horrible with lots of crying, "I don't want to go to the water" etc. etc. Now I only ask him once and he goes to the edge of the pool and approaches his group.
It's sad for Lucy to watch them. She wants to join and jump into the pool. But for children younger than 2, a parent must swim with them. Derrick and I did not want to do that this year. poor Lucy.
4. I enjoy making the girls wear matching dresses. Here are a few cute ones from Old Navy.
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5. I am so behind on my videos... but isabel had her dance recital 2 weekends ago. I finally uploaded her dance number here.
6. I finished the 11th season of BONES. While waiting for season 12 at the library, I decided to try Sleepy Hollow. my take after two episodes down --- I am not enjoying it. I want to give it a chance. Maybe it will be more interesting and LESS creepy and scary? but so far, it's only making me more scared.
I am looking for recommendations for TV series... please, do share!
7. Finally... a giveaway!
A couple of years ago, I watched God's not Dead. I was surprised that the acting was fine. Sometimes Christian movies can have "bad acting." This one was not bad at all. I borrowed God's Not Dead 2. It's not as great as the first one but it did lead me to get this book which I am liking very much.
If you like criminal cases type of TV series or books -- like BONES or CSI or Law and Order, you will like this book. It was written by a homicide detective whose expertise is solving cold cases. He started as an atheist --wanting to prove/disprove the Gospel accounts. He used "forensic statement analysis" to figure out if witnesses were/are telling the truth -- if Jesus is truly God who resurrected from the dead.
I am so addicted to mirrored sunglasses! Addicted and late to the bandwagon.
What's cool about this pair is the PRICE. They are less than $15.
Here are other reasons why you should get your own pair:
-- They are also well-made and stylish.
-- your photographer will show up on your photos because of your mirrored sunglasses. {but if your instagram husband would rather stay anonymous, then look away when you're being photographed}
-- your children will love looking at their reflection
-- your instagram-husband won't see you rolling your eyes several times a day.
A good friend and I were discussing about this: we are both optimists in terms of our arrival time.
We assume that the lights are going to be in our favor. we will get there on time. However, stars rarely align in perfect lines. The stoplights are never timed. The baby's diaper explodes. The toddler wants a snack and a drink on our way out. How about the tantrums and the missing sandal and the fights?
So when I am late, I am not just 5 minutes late. I am really late.
This is not the case when I have a newborn though. I add 15 minutes to the time that I think we should leave. If we have to leave by 10a for 10:30a doctor's appt, I get the children out the door by 9:45a. The result: we are 20 minutes early.
How come I don't continue that? How come I slack off once the newborn is not a newborn anymore? How come I go back to my old ways and leave at the very. last. minute???
Here's another observation:
I am also more successful at arriving early or just in time when I have all of my children. When it's just one child or sometimes, no child {i.e. I am alone} and I have to be somewhere, I actually end up being late.
My husband's theory is that when I have all kids, I leave much, much earlier. I am also focused at the task of getting ready rather than doing this and that. But when I am alone {or just have one or two children}, I take my time and I am more relaxed. So the results is what one would expect. we are, again, late.
