Comedic Life or Something Like That

I have been a bad blogger I know, probably a bad wife and mother as well. This week my energy level dipped to an all time low. There were a few days marked with contractions and some discomfort...go being pregnant at 36! One day this week I had to venture to Walmart and I ran into two people from Jimmy's rehab. I knew what was coming, he has been working a lot and not attending meetings. Therefore people assume he is out there getting drunk, NOPE!

I am standing there, all hot and sweaty holding some Poise Pads. They come up and just stand there. Part of me wanted to throw the bag of pads and pretend I didn't see them, part of me wanted to ask for a recommendation. "Poise or Depends?" They small talk me and asked how Jimmy was doing. I said he was over by the pool supply and he was doing good. They smiled and I threw the bag of pads into my basket along side some shampoo and Toms toothpaste. They looked confused. Come on people! I have five kids, a undependable bladder was bound to happen. Oh, wait! These were two childless adults. Send me your poise pad coupons! I'd love them.

I have been practicing my photo skills a lot. Like every day, a lot! There have been several great photos that have been bombed by nose picking. Oh, wait! My tag line is "Capturing real life." So in real life my three year old is a nose picker and he is not ashamed. Yes folks he is all boy. Speaking of photo taking, I am looking into getting more educated on it. I am not charging since I am in no way a professional. Some people have offered and I will just say 'Hey if you want to give me gas money or buy me an AmPm Lemonade with crunchy ice, I will not say no." Other than that, I will not pretend to be well learned on taking photos. Although, some of them I am very in love with.

This is life and I can not say I'd want to change it, okay maybe not dealing with buying poise pads. Love your life people.

Love,

Momma!

California Science Adventure

Saturday the whole family took flight to the California Science Center. They were in awe, we had never been before. Lots of hands on, lots of space exhibits, just what is up our alley for July. They have decided to do themes, specifically that go along with our Magic School Bus science kit we get every month.

They got to go in a space simulator, which I could here joyful noises coming from. If only I could have gone it. In there they soared through space and saw things, I could only wish for. The played in discovery rooms and saw models of viruses. They got to see some amazing sea creatures and high five a diver through the aquarium.

On our way home, the van was running hot. For awhile we were travelling exit by exit to try and get home. The van would cool, then get hot. We finally gave up for the day in Walnut and checked into a hotel. We stayed overnight, got a new radiator cap, and towed home by a friend. Amazing blessings! The kids saw so much positive being in a hotel, we were all together...in cool air. They got to swim and go into a hot tub. My fingers are crossed that the radiator just needs to be burped, and nothing else is wrong. She goes to the shop today.

Happy Adventures,

Momma

Why My Daughter is Rad

Far too many times I have been told that my loverly (often times feisty) daughter should not be wearing pajamas in public. "Don't you know it's 110 out?" "Those are for private time." That last one, and ones comparable always get me. Really, at eight she has "private time"? She doesn't hold hands or kiss boys. These are pajama pants people....PANTS! Not a see through nightie. Not some camisole and thong.

At the park on her brothers birthday some little boy her age told her she needed "real clothes". He kept going on about it. But, she is so rad, she just ignored him. I caught her a couple times rolling her eyes at him.

Why else is my daughter rad? She is the only girl child in the house. She lives smack in the middle of four boys. She can hold her own. Her brothers know it. Some of things she does make her brothers stand in awe. For example when she rad flips on the trampoline, or swings high at the park and jumps off with no fear. Yeah, my daughter is rad.

She also has rad aspirations. Aspirations so she can buy us our own house. She wants to be the first woman American Ninja Warrior. She also admits have the title "ninja warrior" would be super awesome. We have been watching the show and she LOVES its L O V E S it! She says after she wins it, she wants to work with animals, either as a wrangler like Turtle Man or be a K-9 cop.

Despite her own things she has going on, like anxiety and some mood disorder of some sort, she is compassionate. She watches the show American Weed with me. She is confused as to why is still basically illegal federally if it can help so many people. Her older brother schooled her on it, she still wants to know why? Yeah, she is super rad!

Other things that maker her super rad!

• She carries a first aid kit, "what is someone steps on glass?"
• She once when by Shadow, you know from Sonic the Hedgehog.
• She will hand feed a new hen.
• She can calm a wild dog, and now Stan Lee is a big boo boo.
• She will hold bugs, and put ants in their natural habitat.
• She wants a pet bat, "they are good for the environment and their guano makes good fertilizer."
• She has her own style.

So basically my daughter is way more rad at eight than I am at 36.

Love,

Momma

A Boy Turns Six

Meet six year old Waylon. Oh goodness, he is six now. He is full of remarkable comments and quite an imagination at times. Spiderman is his favorite superhero, and he loves iced tea. He likes chocolate cake and cheesy pizza on special occasions. For snacks he likes carrots and celery. He is learning to read and loves to look at the atlas on his iPad. He is fourth of my children and is a good brother.

Waylon spent his birthday playing superheroes with his sister, making crafts and enjoying "the best birthday ever." He played at the park and was excited to get Darth Vader ear buds. I wonder what the next year will bring for my curly haired, cherub faced child.....only time will tell.

Love,

Momma