Really busy. Not really.

Our world has been spinning fast the past few weeks. Tee-ball games, tee-ball practices, gymnastics classes. Wrapping up the school year with a scavenger hunt to find the finishing touches for teachers' gifts. Casually obsessing over buying a new house, and then maniacally preparing our house to sell. Neither of which will probably happen. Chasing after a moody, walking toddler who wants to be held but doesn't really want to be held. Breaking up fights between a whiny 3-year-old and his aggressive big brother. Wondering if summer weather will ever arrive while mowing the yard in sweats. Going to bed early. Waking up early. And repeat.

A good day.

This weekend I received the best gift ever: a flock of very well-behaved children. To be clear: My actual kids and well-behaved as in make other moms jealous well-behaved. Unending patience by the boys at the grocery store. Quiet preoccupation by Camryn at back-to-back T-ball and gymnastics classes. Playtime without a single fight. Ah, it was magic. The world might be ending, and this behavior probably won't happen again. Actually, Jacob confirmed that when I asked him if he and Mason could always be this good he replied with a chuckle and a: nah we are only doing this for Mother's Day.
I appreciate honesty...

Tee-Ball Busy

The boys are both in tee-ball this spring. Mason’s team has games every Friday night, and Jacob’s team practices once a week and has one game each week. This means that any sort of meal/bedtime schedule has been thrown out the window until mid-summer. Baseball fundamentals are still a work in progress. Mason spins himself in circles when he swings, will sometimes run the bases in the correct order, and has been known to take breaks from the game mid-field to check out the toys Jacob is playing with. Jacob is hitting the ball harder, engaging in fewer dog-piles, and spends the majority of his time either playing tag or hitting on his new fling, Sabrina. We clearly do not take this sport seriously, but are enjoying our outdoor time nonetheless!

Cinco de Mayo. Without booze.

Yay for days off work and trips to the city. Today we headed to the Museum of Science and Industry where we had an absolute blast.

[Jacob was so excited to visit the cockpit of an actual airplane. In this picture he is still holding the map where he plotted the fastest way to get to this attraction!]

[The boys were pretty excited to be nose to nose with this plane, and equally excited to walk underneath it!]

[Poop. That’s a word that gets too much use in our house. The boys are banned from talking about it unless it directly involves an action they need to do. So they were thrilled to visit this exhibit that directly addresses poop. And what boy wouldn’t like to sit on a pile of dookie? Not pictured: The boys tracking the life cycle of food as it turns into poop in the human body. Two poop exhibits in one day? Might have been a best day ever moment for these dirty kids!]

 

[As close as these two suburbanites will probably come to riding a tractor.]

 

[Mason doing what he does best: making faces just because.]

[Hanging out beside a 1900s train.] 

 

[This little lady took it all in from the safety of her stroller.]

And after all of the fun we had visiting the biggest science museum in the western hemisphere, Mason admits that he still likes the “real museum with balls you can push through tubes of air better.” (aka the teeny weenie Children’s Museum down the street.) I guess we just can’t win ‘em all.

Momma Geezer

While playing tag with Jacob in the yard, he abruptly stopped to announce that "mom, you run like an old person." And with a birthday coming up this week, the timing of that comment couldn't have been more critical. I really thought I did a better job of acting youthful. Darn it!

Humpty Dumpties

My Mason. And my Camryn. Both kids cracked their noggins this week. One was poor judgement on my part. One was poor judgement (and what should have been a great learning opportunity--but as with every other bad choice made--wasn't) on Mason's part. A minor gash and a goose egg later and this momma needs an intervention... and some bubble wrap. These kids make my head hurt!

Easter Bunny

Jacob drew us this picture of the Easter Bunny.
When asked where his bunny ears were, Jacob replied with: We all know the Easter Bunny is just a guy who wears a costume, so this is a picture of that guy without his costume on.
And so it goes, which is just as well because once you get past the creepiness of the Easter Bunny it really is quite a lame idea. Not a hater, just saying what everyone else is thinking.