It’s all a blur

Last night when we were at the park with the kiddos, my friend Lynne said she was spending most days “watching the clock”.  That is how I feel.  My older boys both do guitar, and bot do LAX.  Which really isn’t that much, until you factor in the 2-3 practices a week (each) for LAX, once a week for guitar.  Games haven’t started yet, so weekends are still good.

Cole’s schedule is probably the craziest.  Half day K is 2 1/2 hours.  So it seems that he is only there 30 minutes.  He does rec center classes three days a week.  Art, swimming, gym.  Otherwise he gets so bored.

I have so many good intentions to scrapbook, good ideas pop into my head, plus I love watching the boys look at their books.  I am hoping that I get enough down on my blog so that I can go back and reference when I actually find the time to sit down and do something.

I want to remember Austin and Matt’s conversation about pole jumping on the way to LAX practice, I want to remember Eva getting freaked out over MB’s doll, I want to remember Cole learning to rollerblade and holding Lynne’s hand up the middle of our street.

I want to remember that although our days are crazy, I am loving every minute.  Ok well not every minute.

These minutes

Because this boy is crazy.  Yesterday he told me that he wanted a new mom, a nicer one.  Because I told him he had to come home with me after his rec center class, not go with a friend.  By this point in the day he had gone to K, had a friend over, gone to rec, and now it was time to go home and get Blake to guitar, then Austin to LAX.  He was mad.  He wanted a nicer mom.  I told him good luck with that.

He changed his mind later in the evening, when I took him rollerblading again.  And man was it helpful to have an extra pair of hands- thanks Lynne!

The park was hopping.  They replaced our whole playground down by the river over the winter.  Now they have all kinds of stuff, even swings for Eva.

I didn’t get back home to make dinner until 7:30.  Which is fine when your husband doesn’t get home until 8.  See there are some benefits.

There was wrestle mania on the floor.  The girly jumps right in

Poor Blake