Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Lately

For Valentines Day dinner I made the kids heart shaped meatloaf, heart shaped biscuits and broccoli. It turned out pretty cute. I was going to make a big cookie cake with whipped cream frosting and strawberries but when they came home from school I realized they'd been eating sugar all day long so they just had strawberries with cream for dessert. They were happy.

They can tell that we love them.

Ryan and I didn't eat with the kids because we were saving room for Outback. We had a romantic to-go dinner with the Clercs when Mitch got done with class. They are fun to hang out with. We are happy that they like to hang out with us old fuddy duddies.

This is what I did last week. I painted. and painted and painted. And the fantastic thing is that you can barely tell the difference. Argh. I'm telling myself it is a subtle difference and that it looks fantastic. I'm going to do an accent wall to make myself feel better and I'll paint the door frames another color soon.

While painting I discovered that I'm really scared to be up high. I don't like it. Which doesn't bode well since we get to paint the exterior of the house soon. . . Anyways, I made Ryan do the second coat of the really high stuff. It is scary up there.

Also, Tessa started soccer a couple of weeks ago. She is enjoying it a lot, she's had one game so far and another on Saturday. Ryan and I are going to have to bite our lips on the sidelines to keep from giving her helpful advice. I'm hoping that she's learned a lot at practice lately and she'll know what to do.

Yep, she's just standing there.

She's pretty good if she knows what she's supposed to be doing so we're hoping she'll do better this weekend.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Sock Wars

It's a sock in a drawer. I found it in there last week and took a picture to demonstrate for you the frustration I feel. Why? Why does a child put a sock in a silverware drawer? Socks are my nemesis. I beg, I sternly chastise, I cajole, I wheedle, I implore, I reason. And yet, every day I find a minimum of 12 socks littered all over the house in interesting places.

I look forward to summertime when everyone wears flip flops (or thongs, depending on how racy you feel) and there is a cessation of the sock wars.