Toe Jam

It occurs to me that I must really enjoy the flavor of toe jam. This is evidenced by the fact that whenever I open my mouth, my foot is firmly stuck therein. I can only wonder what I was off doing in Heaven when they were handing out social skills, maybe waiting in the bizarre sense of humor line.

What's For Dinner?

You know, there once was a time when I really, truly enjoyed cooking - oh the thrill of creating something tasty and filling up the hungry places! I especially liked the challenge of making dinner from the random whatevers found in the relatively bare cupboard. Well that thrill has dissipated into the almost forgotten past. Now making meals tends to be a tedious affair that is unvaryingly punctuated with a more-than-painful reception at the dinner table. Let me tell you, it's enough to make a girl cry!

Oh food! How I love you! Why have you turned against me? What are the magic words that will renew our long-lost relationship? How can I convince my boys that you are a friend whose company is to be relished and savored in all its vast complexities? How can I turn the tides of fate and bitterness in favor of a healthy, happy dinner table?

Oh if I only knew...

A Tad Tardy

Serendipity just lead me to find these two unpublished posts from last year hanging out in my post list. They were just waiting for me to upload the funniest video clip of Tomy spraying the cousins with a hose - good stuff - but the file must have been too large to upload, and I must have been too lazy to abbreviate it. So now, a year later, I give you 4th of July, 2009 (sans video clip).


Finally, The Fourth (post 2)

I had this post ready to publish a week ago, but one of Levi's scouts managed to delete it entirely... so here we go again!

As mentioned before, Tomy's fun filled birthday made for a difficult Independence Day morning. We missed Grandpa Gubler's annual yummy breakfast and barely made it to the parade that was just outside the front door. How do you like his pajama shirt/soggy diaper/scary hair look? At least Hazel managed to get her cute festive wear on - though you can bet that pretty white dress didn't stay white for long.


After the parade, we headed to the park, but didn't make it out of the driveway due to the numerous emotional breakdowns of a distraught three year old. Instead, we spent the morning just being mellow and snuggling, thus happiness and functionality returned to the land of the Gublers in time for a quick, splish-splashy trip to Confluence Park with the cousins!

The late afternoon found the diaper clad cousins cooling off with the hose. Okay, so this clip is the sole reason for redoing this post. Not only is it super funny, it illustrates my number one favorite 4th of July traditions - WATER FIGHTS!

You'll just have to use your imagination on this one.

And thus, the eventful (and oh so emotional) day ended, of course, with fireworks. Ya, gotta love them! Tomas definitely enjoyed the magic of sparklers, but was quite ready to hit the sack before the last sky flower faded from the moonlit night.



 


Our Independence Day Outings (post 1: that which was supposedly erased.)


This is how our 4th began - sitting on the curb waiting for the parade. Yes, Tomy is wearing only his pajama shirt and diaper. As previously mentioned, we had a hard morning! We missed the breakfast Levi's dad cooked for us and the activities at the park. After the previous day's excitement, it was all just TOO MUCH for one boy to handle.


After a restful morning, though, we were ready and rarin' to go! Tomy joined Levi and Levi's fam on an excursion to confluence park and later, while Levi played ball in Hurricane the cousins had some more water fun. This was by far my FAVORITE part of the day!


This is how our 4th ended - as any good 4th of July should - lighting sparklers and fireworks at Grandpa's house. What a lovely holiday!