He’s also mr. mischief -but that’s a story for another day.
Check out my neice -K throw a football!
The person on the right catching is her brother -R.
I’m not sure you can tell in the video, but she spins it perfectly (did I say that right?). I find her amazing for more than just her natural throwing ability. She is caring, funny, and smart, and always calls me (which is great because with 4 little boys I can barely think straight at night, never mind remember to call anyone).
Anyway I have never been able to properly throw a baseball or football so I get quite a kick out of the fact that she can. You go girl!
Love you!
~Auntie Lisa
…with this new little guy
-R, asleep
little bit of both-
Every fiber of my being becomes mush when -R smiles.
I’m trying, but I’ll be darned if I can catch one of those awe filled moments on film. It’s just so innocent and pure (I did get a few half asleep smiles in the video above). He’s definately got the whole fam. in the palm of his teeny tiny hand!
-K, my second son and I picked these Lilacs today from the bush in bloom in our front yard.
Growing up there was a Lilac bush just at the edge of our neighbors yard, as a little girl I remember crossing the street to break off sprigs from it to wrap with bits of string or ribbon to make “bouquets”. I peddled these bundles to neighbors, a nickle for the small ones or ten cents for the super sized version. I’m mildly embarassed to think I would go right back to the neighbors door whose bush I picked them from and ask them to buy a bouquet of their own flowers slightly modified by me.
I have vivid memories of walking up and down my childhood street smelling the sweet blossoms and excited as all get out by this first “start up” venture. What a gift those Lilacs were for an entrepreneurial-minded child overflowing on that bush just begging to be picked, enjoyed, and sold -for a nickle or a dime 
What was once wild and over grown, now has a plan. Kevin took the lawn tractor and made a few paths to delineate what will be a garden with raised beds lined with stones and full of mint, all sorts of herbs, a few fruit trees, blueberry bushes, wild strawberries, and a sprinkling of flowers. Oh and of course a stone bench or two. Yes it is ambitious, but Kevin is motivated. It is fun to see it taking shape.
Here’s a little video of Kev and -V heading back from a snake hunt.
Apple tree in blossom…
The boys had a little extra time to play together this morning before -V had to get on the bus. -C, the little guy, usually does this circle run around the livingroom, today everyone decided to joined in!
Edited to say: OK -so just after posting this I went into the boys room to figure out some organization for the disaster in there. When I walked in I found that someone had emptied three drawers full of clean pajamas onto the floor! After regaining my composure I thought of this morning and went back to the computer to watch this video again. It was then that I realized that my joyous and wild boys had perfectly illustrated my brain on kids. Really watch it again and see. Fascinating!
Kevin and I picked up this Native American Wedding Vase at the Taos Pueblo in New Mexico on our honeymoon eight years ago this week. We really wanted to have mementos of our trip and paid what seemed at the time like a lot for this hand made 4 1/2″ pot.
I found it today (our anniversary) in a box with other “special” items we had packed up almost 2 years ago when we moved in with Kevin’s folks.
It has been nice rediscovering our stuff after having it in storage for the past 2 years, though less exciting than I originally thought it would be. Being without our things for so long really took the magic, safety, comfort, or whatever it is out of them.
I feel like during the past 2 years we learned to be that turtle who takes his home with him whereever he goes.
What a freeing feeling. The challenge now is to remember it.
What more can I say?
-Lisa
This came bouncing into my email box this morning. I was intrigued to see what this funny, sassy cousin of mine would send as a FW: so I opened it.
Yup…there are others like me (and Kevin).
Sent to me by my cousin Y- in NH:
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KNOW THE SYMPTOMS…..PLEASE READ! – Thank goodness there’s a name for this disorder.
Somehow I feel better,even though I have it!!
Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. -
Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my garden.
As I turn on the hose in the driveway,
I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.
As I start toward the garage,
I notice mail on the porch table that
I brought up from the mail box earlier.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys on the table,
put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table,
and notice that the can is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back
on the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think,
since I’m going to be near the mailbox
when I take out the garbage anyway,
I may as well pay the bills first.
I take my check book off the table,
and see that there is only one check left.
My extra checks are in my desk in the study,
so I go inside the house to my desk where
I find the can of Coke I’d been drinking.
I’m going to look for my checks,
but first I need to push the Coke aside
so that I don’t accidentally knock it over.
The Coke is getting warm,
and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke,
a vase of flowers on the counter
catches my eye–they need water.
I put the Coke on the counter and
discover my reading glasses that
I’ve been searching for all morning.
I decide I better put them back on my desk,
but first I’m going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter,
fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.
Someone left it on the kitchen table.
I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV,
I’ll be looking for the remote,
but I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table,
so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs,
but first I’ll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers,
but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.
So, I set the remote back on the table,
get some towels and wipe up the spill.
Then, I head down the hall trying to
remember what I was planning to do.
At the end of the day:
the car isn’t washed
the bills aren’t paid
there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter
the flowers don’t have enough water,
there is still only 1 check in my check book,
I can’t find the remote,
I can’t find my glasses,
and I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,
I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day,
and I’m really tired.
I realize this is a serious problem,
and I’ll try to get some help for it,
but first I’ll check my e-mail….
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Last week while Kevin was on vacation we started one project after another without finishing them before deciding on something else. We went from weeding the garden to making deck furniture, jump starting the lawn tractor… basically way more projects than we could ever finish in 7 days with 3 boys and an infant to entertain.
It’s a small miracle that this sand box managed to be dug and built amongst our scattered thoughts and short attention spans!
Oh and by the way, I’m up at 6am on a Sunday why? …I’ve got 20 orders that I need to finish to by tomorrow and get out in time for Mother’s Day. What am I doing instead?
-Reading email and posting on my blog.
Goodness me…
