Every night this week. Me. Alone. With two kids. At home. While Brent and one of the kids, chosen at random, enjoy this. And I sit home. Alone. With the other two kids. Next time our friend Jeff goes out of town and "needs a favor from his home teacher" (using his season tickets) I'm going to have to put my foot down.
You didn't hear this from me, but it really wasn't soooo bad. They had fantastic seats and I'm glad they had good times. And heck, he could have made ME go with him. The HORROR! I just like to moan a little bit for sympathy.
I grew up reading Little House on the Prairie. And watching Little House on the Prairie. And playing Little House on the Prairie. I always wanted to be able to shop in Olsen's Mercantile. Hated Nellie, loved that store with all the open shelving and glass jars. The purchases wrapped up in brown paper and tied with string. *sigh* I still have an odd fondness for big glass jars. I have them in my home filled with ribbon and painting supplies and Gregson-bucks (our kids' pseudo-allowance) and cereal. I tie ribbon around them. I have plans to etch a monogram on the front of one of them. I just can't get enough. Funny, the things that stick with you from childhood.
Her success has been a revelation in our home. Her brothers are now saving all their money for big things they want. A new Nintendo DS for Riley, six thousand Bakugan for Dylan. Whatever. This is a big deal! Our children have always been spendthrifts. Money almost literally burns holes in their pockets. They waste it on garbage that is broken or forgotten inside of a month. And so we opened The Bank of Mom and Dad. They give all their cash to me (mwah ha ha ha ha) and I "save" it for them. Then when they are ready to make a purchase I just pay for it with my debit card. They love to look at their spreadsheets on the computer and see their balances increasing. It's lovely. I hope it lasts into their grown up years.
Brent and I are jumping on this goal setting bandwagon. We have decided to go one month without eating out. At all, with the exception of Riley's birthday lunch. This will be difficult for folks who "just run through the drive thru" three (or more) times per week. It's not exactly like our children's goals, but the gist is the same. Doing something you haven't previously thought possible. Every time I don't feel like cooking dinner I'll just look at Sydney's new iPod and redirect my booty toward the kitchen.
Easily said at this early hour when my day is still shiny and fresh.
Twice a Year 'Tato Skins(Like many of the BEST recipes, this has no formal measurements. Sorry.)
Priceline for allowing this to happen.) Last night we had a little over-nighter at a beautiful resort up in Scottsdale. We hit the pool . . . HARD. The kids lounged around the room after their baths in the big fluffy robes they found hanging in the closet. They watched Cable TV. They sat by the pool late into the afternoon talking about the best way to beat a game they've been playing on-line. They chased a bunny and dug up worms. Most memorably, they bonded. They seemed, for 24 hours, to really enjoy one another's company. And that alone was worth my $35.
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You may remember me gushing a few months ago about how fabulous my daughter was in her elementary school musical. Well, now I have the photographic evidence! Isn't she the cutest little Alice you've ever seen? Maybe we're bad parents, but we didn't actually take any pictures ourselves that night. We just figured we'd buy the professional photographer's CD so we could sit back and enjoy the show. What we didn't figure was that it would take sooo long to get the pics. Anyway . . . My baby is CLEARLY the star, but also notice the whimsically cute scenery I painted. Please. (I'm fun, too. *pout*)
Happy Birthday, Sissy. The past eleven years have been a joy.
It's not really as great as it sounds, though. I'm doing another mural project. Here in Arizona this time, but it's pretty far away from my house. My too, too kind husband agreed that it would probably be best if I stayed out closer to the job site and pretended I was away so that I could finish the job in 5 days like I've been doing in Colorado. He's a sweetheart, that one. And he's probably figuring I'll owe him one when I get back. He's probably right. So, after grueling 13 hour work days I'll at least have a really nice place to stay without a commute of over an hour each way. You gotta' love those off-season hotel deals on Priceline.com.