To answer my own question. Somewhat. At least to pass the time.

Crochet and knit some dishcloths! Instant gratification, surprise when you use a pattern with no pictures and scraps of yarn that may or may not work together.

Work on borders for the Mystery Quilts (yup, still plugging along on those).

Finish piecing the quilt we were working together on in the quilting group.

Take another trip to the Dino Park, this time with the whole family (Stephen took these ones).

Oh, and of course, take pictures of everything, and create a post for your blog.

A window into my train of thought (well, close, my fingers can't keep up with my brain)

Why would anyone care if I huff and puff about chasing down my two year old, or while I hold them in my lap screaming to be free, or when my 4 year old (in the midst of the 2 yr. old's fit) tells me he has to use the bathroom that is 4 miles (SLIGHT exaggeration) away from where we are, or when again I go after the two year old when the 9 yr old is finally up for bat in the last inning? Maybe I am not a nice person, but why do they care? What do people get out of talking about other peoples weirdness? Do they enjoy that? Why do I care? If people are the most important thing in this life not things, what role do they play outside of the family? I don't get it. Plus, the family grows up into their own family, go their own way, then what do you have? It seems like in the end people don't matter either, ultimately we are alone whether we're with people or not, so then what? A clean house isn't all that important, but then what do you do? Because if people are what is important, then all this other stuff we fill our time with is pointless and usually ends up as something that will 'wax old' or that robbers can break through and steal? I came across a scripture about evil people taking away others righteousness in the last days. How can you take righteousness, and if it can be taken, isn't that just another thing robbers can steal? So we have nothing important. Then why are we? And again, what do we do?

Why? Well-...because.

We planted some herbs. I hope they live...

I took the boys to Eccles Dinosaur Park in Ogden. It was nice to do something. Go somewhere.


And they had a blast.

In the spirit of pictures being the cause of an idea for what to blog about

Random pictures Ammo- and I took for the 'heck' of it. Because it was fun.



Yep. There's more...

The Best Picnic Ever

During the week before Mother's Day T was bubbling over with enthusiasm. He wouldn't let me into the kitchen so I wouldn't see my 'surprise'; he made peanut butter sandwiches (that's it- no jelly or honey, or anything like that), set out the blankets and plates and cups, added a handful of chips bagged individually, and: "Tah-Dah!" Dinner was served. He was so happy. We ate those entirely peanut butter sandwiches (some with too much some with too little),in their entirety, with gusto. Loved it so much (and I didn't have to cook dinner, heh, heh). He really has a talent for enthusiasm (that is catching) and self-starting. Perhaps the cutest thing ever.

Book bags. Literally.

I love these. I think it is so neat that some people can be so original, and still make something useful, and recycle all at the same time!

A Child-like Surge of Joy

The string goes taught, it takes off, higher and higher, and at that moment sheer enjoyment and even amazement that it worked. Glorious. It is so great to have children to remind us of simple pleasures... (o.k. so you don't see the grumbling as we untangle children and strings, and they fight over whose turn it is, but at that moment of success it is forgotten. So much fun!).



Wishing all the women out there a moment like this for every load of dishes, each load of laundry, every dirty diaper, all the sleep lost, every meal, all the whining, each opportunity for yourself lost (or given), and those without children that help us every now and then, and mother me...
Happy Mothers Day!

Child rearing

Love this post. Especially the quote at the end. For those of you with children and those who may have children, etc.