Wednesday, September 2, 2009

When mom's away...

Yesterday after my workout I was meeting with another instructor to get some ideas on a new class I'm going to teach (new to me). The kids called me 3 times during this conversation and I stopped answering after the first call because I just wanted to finish up and get home. This is last message from Sam:

"Mom, the police just left. They said someone called 911 from our house. I think it was Quinn. Just thought you'd want to know. Bye."

Guess I should have answered the phone.

Friday, August 28, 2009

This goes out to the overseas Earnests

In response to a comment Anne made on her blog these are some pictures of a typical, unblog-worthy day at the Earnests':

I know it's not entirely safe, but Jonas likes to pour his macaroni in when we made mac n' cheese for lunch so here's the 3 year old cooking.

After a rousing game of Life with Mattie and Lauren, Quinn is left to clean up...

while the girls are off to swim with one of their friends who has moved to another school this year. Please note the bags they are sporting - one of the projects they insisted I help them make. They did a great job on them!.

Some vegetables harvested from our garden.

When Sam is not outside running around with friends, he is usually on the computer working on a stop motion film. I've lost count of how many he's made this summer, usually with the help of a cousin or friend. They are very creative - I'll have to see if I can post one of them.

And I finished this blanket for Andy and Heather's new baby, Cashlynn. (Heather says Andy is already looking for a horse to buy for her.)

So I hope you've enjoyed spending the day with us. I edited out all complaints, fights, and any teasing that may have occurred.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

One Sweet Boy

Today I was feeling frustrated by all of the kids needing something. I felt like I was going from one person's problem to another's. This has been the theme of my summer really. And this week I only have four children, but four is still a lot and they all still need things from me. Every one of them, every second of the day. So I'm sitting in the front room feeling the frustration (and it doesn't help that I just poked a needle into my thumbnail) when Jonas comes in. He says to me, "I'm going to play the piano, mommy. The music will make you happy." And it did. I felt like someone wanted to take care of my needs - who cares that it was the 3 year old or that he's been a fourth of the frustration all day. He made me happy while he played the piano for me.