I swear, if I didn’t have this blog I would have no idea what I did this week. Let’s recap together, shall we?
We kicked off the week fighting the crowds at a popular local apple orchard and pumpkin patch. We talked the kids into teeny tiny pumpkins by enacting the rule, “You can bring home whatever pumpkin you can carry.” My kids don’t have a ton of upper arm strength, apparently. We did get some delicious apples, and no one peed their pants, so overall it was pretty fun.
In preparation for family visiting, I spent the better part of a week thinking about all the things I needed to clean. I did all of those things the morning they arrived.
I got fed up with one too many Facebook comments regarding how easy kids have it these days, and wrote a post highlighting all the ways being a kid sucks and being a grown-up is awesome. It seems we adults don’t seem to remember all the lame-o things that go along with childhood.
We switched our cable provider, and to clean out the DVR, I watched more TV in two days than I usually do in a week. I am not kidding when I tell you it felt like work. I live a hard life. Clearly.
I took the kids to a Harry Potter birthday themed birthday party. My friend Becky made these adorable party favor bags and we especially loved them since the kids are going to be Harry Potter and Hermione Granger for Halloween. They were filled with Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans, disappearing ink, and an edible magic wand. That Becky sure is clever!
We spent an evening getting Lily’s forehead stitched up after she fell off of our bed and hit her head on a radiator. She had been jumping on the bed, and after five stitches, you’d think she would have learned her lesson. You would be wrong. I caught that little monkey jumping on my bed not twenty four hours later. She was a trooper, though. She barely cried, she charmed the emergency room staff, and she wanted to save half of her popcicle for her brother. We encouraged her to eat it, since it would have melted by the time we got home, and when her dad took a bite, she cried harder than she had all night. On the way out of the hospital, I saw a sculpture that stopped me in my tracks.
|Bruno Lucchesi’s After Shopping|
We bought so many beers and so many chips to be hurricane ready. You’ll have to stay tuned to see how this story ends. Did we buy enough beer? Will any grown-ups eat the fruit? Will my in-laws actually be able to fly in?