Back to Work

Last week was so fun.

The kids had a blast with my parents.  They went swimming, did craft projects, baked, wrestled, played soccer, read a million books...  Every single fun thing that kids do with their grandparents, they did.  Quality time was spent, memories were made, photographs were taken.

My mom and I went furniture shopping, and I bought a chair for the living room.  We rearranged some furniture.  She helped me look at paint samples and start on some other fun home decorating projects.  (I'm kind of terrible at home decorating sometimes.  Certainly I lack confidence at it.  So when my mom is here I almost always recruit her to help me with one or two things.)

Beloved bought a play structure from CostCo, and he's been working hard to get it all put together.  His hands are bruised from pushing down on the drill!  It's not done, but it's getting there.  (And isn't that an oxymoron-- "play structure?"  Weird.)  We're planning to put in a sand box around some (or all?) of the jungle gym ("jungle gym" is better than "play structure", isn't it?), which I know the boys will love.  It makes me happy to anticipate them playing in the sand this summer, and it makes me feel like we're making progress on those things I have felt like we are "behind" on.  (Here's a post about that from a while back.)

I took a few days off last week, and it really felt almost like a vacation.

So...  This week is kind of lousy.  I am working all week (usually I have Fridays off).  Ugh.

The weekend was sunny and warm.  The boys played in a sprinkler in the back yard.  The last few days have been cloudy and raining.  Seems appropriate.

Here's a picture from a sunnier day last weekend!  That's Pumpkin, skipping through the sprinkler.  His swim suit is on backwards, but who cares. 

The second picture is of fearless Sparkle at the pool, about to leap in regardless of depth or adult supervision.  Later he may appear to be drowning, but if you come near him he sputters and bubbles, "Don't help me!"  Then he must be saved, though he will protest that he was just about to stroke gracefully to the side of the pool all on his own.

                                                            

Comments

[haze]

See, you have accomplished some of those things you thought you were denying your kids :-)

Grandparents are the best - they have much more patience than parents, sometimes. I guess because it's only temporary.

[Mindy]

Ahh, Sparkle's in the fearless, "I'm invincible" stage! That phase of life that strikes fear into a mother's heart...gotta love it!

[Angela]

He is brave...mine took forever (and lessons!) to get her to swim.

I'm glad to know that I'm not the only woman that got skipped when the decorating gene was being handed out!LOL I get totally overwhelmed choosing paint too...I think my husband came close to divorcing me (and he is a very patient man) the first time we ever chose wall paint colors.

Glad you had some time off.

[Barbara]

Hey, thanks for your post. Great Blog. I hadn't run into yours before.

Barbara

[Heidi]

It is time to get back to projects again isn't it? I love grandparents.