My 3 Monsters: July 2011

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Can I See Your Documentation, Please.

This summer I have been so consumed with the near constant cleaning required to maintain my sanity with everyone home all day long AND my new addiction to Pinterest that I haven't taken the time to document all the fun we've been having.  And I have a feeling I'm going to need some visual evidence in my defense someday {soon} when my kids are bored and cry, "We NEVER do ANYTHING fun!"    So, here's the whirlwind recap:
For Ri's 11th birthday this week he wanted to see the midnight premier of the new Harry Potter movie last night.  Here we are waiting outside the theater at 7:30 p.m.
And still waiting at 11:00.  { I have GOT to start carrying my real camera.  The cell phone just isn't cutting it.}  TOTALLY worth the wait!!!
Brent went to the Home Run Derby  with a friend who had extra tickets on Monday.  It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have the All-Star game in our home town AND actually get to go.  Do you love that the Jumbo-tron doesn't have spell check?!
Jose Bautista -- one of Brent's favorites right now.  Go Jays!! {The fact that he took that picture with our dumb camera shows how good their seats were.}
  B wore his Blue Jays shirt and got some respect from Ace.
D went to All-Star Fan Fest with the same friend and his son on Tuesday and came home wearing the taco-hawk.
Taco hats aren't no joke, bro.
Last week was Customer Appreciation day ay Chick-fil-A.  And you know how we like Chick-fil-A around here.  Wear a home-made cow costume for a free chicken sandwich and waffle fries?
You betcha'.
Before that was Cub Scout day camp with Dylan.  Holy hot!!  The first day of this {entirely outdoor}camp was the hottest day of the year here in AZ.  115+ degrees in the shade, with heat radiating from every single rocky surface.  I wasn't cut out for that.
The boys did great, heat and all.  D's favorites were archery and BB guns.
And I only had to pull over and toss my cookies on the side of the road once on the way home, so I guess it could have been worse.  TMI?  Just keepin' it real.
And here we are all the way back at Father's day.  {D made that World's Best Dad trophy at scouts.  His leader, Tammy, is one of the most clever people I know!}
I can't believe we didn't get a picture of the beautiful breakfast we prepared for him -- a "man"cake -- a stack of plate-sized pancakes with scrambled eggs, sausage, and hash browns in between and topped with strawberries and vanilla ice cream.  Dee-LISH!

Never let it be said that we don't do fun stuff for our kids around here.  No vacation doesn't mean Summer Vacation has to be a bust!!


Sleeping Like a Baby

Why is this an expression?!  Sleeping like a baby does not connote a deep, peaceful slumber.  My babies always slept fitfully and in short spurts.  They often got their days and nights confused.   I never felt well rested after sleeping with a baby.  But that is exactly how I have been sleeping lately -- like a baby.  Except maybe not even that well.  I lay in bed for hours, listening to my husband snore, wide awake.  But it's not the snoring that keeps me up.  It's my own mind that won't shut up.  It races through a replay of the day's events, shining a bright spotlight on the things I didn't do or could have done better.  It churns out a million brilliant ideas -- things to make, things to do, things to write about, things to fix.  Often I'll get up and get out my notebook, thinking that if I write these things down for safe keeping my mind can finally let go of them and let me rest.  Sometimes that works.  Other times I'm still awake to see the sunrise.  Twice in the past six days, to be exact.  I read that notebook in the light of day and can't muster up the energy to begin, let alone complete, any of those strokes of genius that come to me in the night.  Why am I so creative and clever when I should be sleeping and so brain dead all day long?  The nice thing about it is the quiet time.  The solitude of 4 a.m.  No one else is up.  No one wants anything from me.  I don't have the dog barking and iCarly blaring from the t.v. and the incessant "white noise" of the daily life of a family of five.  Just the blessed, peaceful silence punctuated by soft snores from all three bedrooms.  So, I guess it could be worse.  I only wish I had some souvenir of my brilliance left-over in the morning to share with my family, because the sight they are waking up to isn't super pretty these days.    Meh.  They'll get over it.  And eventually, hopefully, I'll get over this bout of insomnia and move on with life, too. 


Haboob [huh-BOOB]


That's really my town on Tuesday evening.  Really.  So how, pray tell, did everything inside my house end up with a thick layer of dirt on it?  Inside, I tell you.  How?!

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