Almost midnight. It seems to be witching hour these days, why can't I ever go to sleep at a decent hour?
From cards to crafts, the creative juices are flowing. Why you may ask? Valentine's Day. As much as I have a love-hate relationship with this holiday, nothing much can stop me from indulging in a little bit of craftiness. I am absolutely plotting a weekend of homework, crafts and... children?
Tomorrow I will be attending a six year old's Roller Rink birthday party. Followed by a much needed excursion to Michael's. Crafts! The remainder of the evening will be spent, hopefully, relaxing in mind and body with girl time. Seattle, you're beckoning me!
Sunday, is a new day in itself. A day of God? Yes I can do that! A day of rest? Well, this Sunday not so much. I will begin my day by taking two of my lovely cherubs to Everett. Oh Mickey Mouse we are dying to see you. Disney's Rockin' Road Show is in town and I have a four and two year old who should be thrilled with loud music and dance. The joy will be just fabulous. The evening will be more a wind down... reading and church. Ahh the peace of mind that comes with a Sunday.
That is my weekend in a nutshell, in case I don't get back right away. Pictures will be in order, from all events.
Goal #1 - Before summer, I want a Canon Rebel.
Done!
All my love and blessings.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The run around and Mexican food
Today was a day just like any other. I woke up to a blasting alarm and snoozed it...probably four times. I meticulously planned out everything about then next forty minutes before I needed to be at work, to spare me a few more minutes of bed time. What I was wearing, how long I would shower, what I needed to do. The excuses you make to avoid the alarm telling you "go".
Work was abnormally slow and peaceful. Less children, less noise. Odd! Octopi were constructed out of finger-prints and cheerios as suction cups on the tentacles. Googly eyes and all. Ah the joys of a five year old's art.
"Why do we do art projects at school, Brianna?" Good question, buddy. Alphabet and number flashcards, recess, tracing, tracing tracing, songs and circle time...the perfect summary of our calm morning with only three students.
As the day progressed and stinky diapers got stinkier, boys that I was supposed to be taking home from daycare after school, had gone a miss. They had simply not gotten off at the right bus stop. The race began. To their bus stop I went, leaving baby brother at the daycare. No boys. I whipped around baby bug and crusied down their drive way to see lights on. I couldn't help but smile when I called the boys from the front door, "Boooys?" .... long drawn out pause, with the TV int he background. "Brianna?"
"Where were you supposed to go after school today?"
"ROMAN!!! I told you! I TOLD you we were supposed to go to Deana's!"
"No you didn't Julian."
"YES!"
Squabbles of siblings. Piled them into the car at last to go retrieve the last of the Havens boys from Daycare. Lone solider greeted me with a grin and, more poop! 18 months of heavenly joy he is!
Did I mention I spent $18 on greeting cards today? For really no reason other than I could NOT choose just one, and they were all funny and cute. I have them all aligned on my desk with envelopes and no owners. I have no idea where they will go on their postal journey, but someone will receive one or two and hopefully have a great image of me sitting down in Hallmark in the "Random Misc. I Don't Have A Real Reason For Buying A Card" aisle.
Back to my three-musketeers. The boys and I ventured to Target, and then to Moctezuma's, a local Mexican restaurant. Now, word to the wise with three boys out to eat. Manage the tortilla chips. Although they are free, you would think the waiter put all-you-can-eat banana splits in front of us. Secondly, giving the baby full reign on the rice, beans, and a spoon? Maybe not your finest choice. Now, he really wanted to prove to his onlookers that he could tackle spooning this ginormous spoon of rice into his mouth...or onto his lap. Whatever works, you know. But trying to feed the baby after he's been feeding himself, definitely not an option. Instead, he may pick up a fork, and bang his plate with his fork and his spoon, as if it is a drum if you will. Keep that visual please. I will say, absolutely most precious thing. We couldn't help but laugh, oh but then that is encouragement! So he keeps banging his bean rice soupy pile and rice maybe starts flying toward his brother. Babysitter Brianna had some cleaning to do. And a big tip to leave. He just wanted to be a big-boy rockstar, that's all. He won the hearts no problem, so he was a success of all smiles. Presley Aron, ladies and gentlemen. Amee... your sons are champions, let me say.
What made the whole thing worth is was immediately upon sitting down Ro said to me "Brianna, thank you for buying us dinner." Gold. Whatever happened the rest of the meal would be great after that.
The only thing that could end this day in a better way would be a blow-out diaper from Pres himself. Success. Achieved by 7 pm!
Goodnight, readers.
Tomorrow is a new day of laughs. <3
Work was abnormally slow and peaceful. Less children, less noise. Odd! Octopi were constructed out of finger-prints and cheerios as suction cups on the tentacles. Googly eyes and all. Ah the joys of a five year old's art.
"Why do we do art projects at school, Brianna?" Good question, buddy. Alphabet and number flashcards, recess, tracing, tracing tracing, songs and circle time...the perfect summary of our calm morning with only three students.
As the day progressed and stinky diapers got stinkier, boys that I was supposed to be taking home from daycare after school, had gone a miss. They had simply not gotten off at the right bus stop. The race began. To their bus stop I went, leaving baby brother at the daycare. No boys. I whipped around baby bug and crusied down their drive way to see lights on. I couldn't help but smile when I called the boys from the front door, "Boooys?" .... long drawn out pause, with the TV int he background. "Brianna?"
"Where were you supposed to go after school today?"
"ROMAN!!! I told you! I TOLD you we were supposed to go to Deana's!"
"No you didn't Julian."
"YES!"
Squabbles of siblings. Piled them into the car at last to go retrieve the last of the Havens boys from Daycare. Lone solider greeted me with a grin and, more poop! 18 months of heavenly joy he is!
Did I mention I spent $18 on greeting cards today? For really no reason other than I could NOT choose just one, and they were all funny and cute. I have them all aligned on my desk with envelopes and no owners. I have no idea where they will go on their postal journey, but someone will receive one or two and hopefully have a great image of me sitting down in Hallmark in the "Random Misc. I Don't Have A Real Reason For Buying A Card" aisle.
Back to my three-musketeers. The boys and I ventured to Target, and then to Moctezuma's, a local Mexican restaurant. Now, word to the wise with three boys out to eat. Manage the tortilla chips. Although they are free, you would think the waiter put all-you-can-eat banana splits in front of us. Secondly, giving the baby full reign on the rice, beans, and a spoon? Maybe not your finest choice. Now, he really wanted to prove to his onlookers that he could tackle spooning this ginormous spoon of rice into his mouth...or onto his lap. Whatever works, you know. But trying to feed the baby after he's been feeding himself, definitely not an option. Instead, he may pick up a fork, and bang his plate with his fork and his spoon, as if it is a drum if you will. Keep that visual please. I will say, absolutely most precious thing. We couldn't help but laugh, oh but then that is encouragement! So he keeps banging his bean rice soupy pile and rice maybe starts flying toward his brother. Babysitter Brianna had some cleaning to do. And a big tip to leave. He just wanted to be a big-boy rockstar, that's all. He won the hearts no problem, so he was a success of all smiles. Presley Aron, ladies and gentlemen. Amee... your sons are champions, let me say.
What made the whole thing worth is was immediately upon sitting down Ro said to me "Brianna, thank you for buying us dinner." Gold. Whatever happened the rest of the meal would be great after that.
The only thing that could end this day in a better way would be a blow-out diaper from Pres himself. Success. Achieved by 7 pm!
Goodnight, readers.
Tomorrow is a new day of laughs. <3
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Starting new
For those of you who have stumbled across this blog, welcome! I am pleased to invite you a little closer (maybe closer than some of you want to get) into my life. I am beginning many new endeavors and am pleased to get the chance to share with you, my reader, the joys and triumphs in my life. Like every other normal person, life gets complicated. I said it, complicated. It's a thick word to swallow, and even sometimes, has a rather loaded meaning. Overall, I'm pretty simple. I live a good life with a great job, a loving family, and the best friends anyone could hope for. I look up to many, and love with my whole heart. I follow the Lord and will be a graduate of college in less than a year and a half.
So what?
I have been blessed with more, and with more opportunities, then some get in a life time. Before my twentieth birthday.
In December, I made a huge choice. I made the choice to move home. Things got hard where I was living in California. I felt stuck, sick, and uncomfortable.
I leaped.
I took all of my opportunities in my hand, and ran.
I ran to where I was happy, comfortable, and unconditionally loved.
Ran sounds bad. Ran has a negative connotation. I for once in my life, made a move for me. Doing what I needed to do.
My life changed in November though. Things started to turn around, and the Bri that got lost in the rubble and baggage of my fall started to come out. I was renewed, and I had become a different, but better person.
I started singing in the shower. In the car. I started dancing around the kitchen. The light that I needed came to me with God in a way I have never known.
So what?
So now, I am home. I am in my beautiful home. With my beautiful family. I think about Chico every day. I could write a whole separate post about Chico and the friends that I made, and the friends I grew closer with, in my last two months there. I could write about my church, my home church. I have a hard time wanting to be two places at once, I always have. But I have such a beautiful life, in both places. That's just it. Who is lucky enough to say that?
While all of this seems like random blabble, this is me introducing my life to you as it is now. I am in the absolutely gorgeous Pacific Northwest, waiting for my next move. I'm growing in faith; growing into the person I want to be. I am going to write about my life so that I can understand it, too. Or try. It's different everyday, and I have new experiences, everyday.
This is for all the awesome stories from both homes. From here, from there, and from all the places in between.
If you are a friend from Chico, hopefully this will give you a better look at what I'm doing here in Washington. And if you're a friend from Washington, maybe this will give you a better look at where I've been lately.
My heart bursts for each one of you that have been a part of my life. You have to know that!
Ahh. What fun it is to ramble.
Time for bed, and a fresh new day. Goodnight to you!
-Bri
So what?
I have been blessed with more, and with more opportunities, then some get in a life time. Before my twentieth birthday.
In December, I made a huge choice. I made the choice to move home. Things got hard where I was living in California. I felt stuck, sick, and uncomfortable.
I leaped.
I took all of my opportunities in my hand, and ran.
I ran to where I was happy, comfortable, and unconditionally loved.
Ran sounds bad. Ran has a negative connotation. I for once in my life, made a move for me. Doing what I needed to do.
My life changed in November though. Things started to turn around, and the Bri that got lost in the rubble and baggage of my fall started to come out. I was renewed, and I had become a different, but better person.
I started singing in the shower. In the car. I started dancing around the kitchen. The light that I needed came to me with God in a way I have never known.
So what?
So now, I am home. I am in my beautiful home. With my beautiful family. I think about Chico every day. I could write a whole separate post about Chico and the friends that I made, and the friends I grew closer with, in my last two months there. I could write about my church, my home church. I have a hard time wanting to be two places at once, I always have. But I have such a beautiful life, in both places. That's just it. Who is lucky enough to say that?
While all of this seems like random blabble, this is me introducing my life to you as it is now. I am in the absolutely gorgeous Pacific Northwest, waiting for my next move. I'm growing in faith; growing into the person I want to be. I am going to write about my life so that I can understand it, too. Or try. It's different everyday, and I have new experiences, everyday.
This is for all the awesome stories from both homes. From here, from there, and from all the places in between.
If you are a friend from Chico, hopefully this will give you a better look at what I'm doing here in Washington. And if you're a friend from Washington, maybe this will give you a better look at where I've been lately.
My heart bursts for each one of you that have been a part of my life. You have to know that!
Ahh. What fun it is to ramble.
Time for bed, and a fresh new day. Goodnight to you!
-Bri
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