My Day

My life isn't chaotic at all.  Yes, we have moments, and we learn to roll with it.  Sometimes at the end of the day, I think about all that has happened and giggle, cry, or am stunned into silence.  Today, I guess has been none of the above.

Seth usually comes for a visit on his day off.  Today happened to be that day.  While it is still dark, I hear him quietly enter the house.  I hear his footsteps on the stairs and down the hall to my room.  He slowly, as to not scare the daylights out of me, whispers, "Mom".  He climbs in on Mike's side of the bed (hubby is out of town), and we chat for a while.  I mange to climb out of the bed after Seth starts raiding my kitchen.  When he left after lunch, he managed to consume the following beginning at 7:30 am in this order, no joke:  3 ice cream sandwiches, 1 Popsicle, half large bag corn tortillas, box of pepper jack Cheez-its, 1 hotdog, bowl of spaghetti, bowl of pad thai noodles, 1/2 gallon Turkey Hill strawberry ice cream.

Last night, my dryer stopped working.  Today, we had clothes scattered all around the house drying.  After I had gathered most of them and put them in their respective piles to be put away by each child, Eva asked me why her underwear was hard.  She's used to that softness of freshly laundered clothing.  The appliance guy comes in the morning, hopefully with the news he can fix us right up so Eva doesn't have to have hard underwear.

The only good thing about the hubby being out of town is that dinners are easier to fix.  Don't get my wrong.  Mike will eat anything I set before him.  He's just sweet like that.  Jack isn't, but that's besides the point.  So, for dinner tonight, I made some Mexican rice with chicken and some re-fried beans because Joy has been calling me Senorita all week and saying "Si" to everything I ask of her.  All was good.  Then I added some home-made egg rolls that I just wanted to make.

Everyone was happy with a full tummy.  Jack was the only one who asked, "Why are we eating Mexican and Chinese food together?"  I just smiled and cut him a slice of pumpkin bread that Ivy had made.

Moving on...somehow my girls, my sweet lovely girls, are destructive.  They break just about everything they get their hands on.  So far they've destroyed (among other things) the pantry drawer in my refrigerator (Seth fixed it for the 3rd time today), the volume on our television by using walking talkies too close to it (it now works), 3 portable DVD players, and 2 DVD players.  We just bought a new one that we have had for about two months.  So, now they are never allowed to watch any movies on our DVD player again until they are 45 years old.

The Mountains

I've only lived in a few different places in our country.  The mountains in our area have to be my favorite.  Up until I was 10 years old, we would drive from the city to my grandparent's homes in the mountains of West Virginia.  I have the best memories of wandering through the woods, walking barefoot down soft pathways, and drinking the spring water rushing down the side of a mountain.

Once we actually moved near my grandparents, I never wasted an opportunity to explore a river, creek, or mountain.  I love the beauty of the mountains as I look out every window of my home.

 My boys...2001

 My mom's house is nestled in these mountains about 5 miles away.

 Jordan and Seth near my mom's house in 1999

Maybe it reminds me of my childhood, but there is something simple in the beauty of the mountains.  When we lived in the city, my dad talked often of his home.  I remember how excited he was when we finally moved back to his "home" when I was 10 years old.

Seth and Tia went hiking nearby a couple of weeks ago.  It was a cold day, but the mountains are still beautiful in the middle of winter.

 Crazy kids...

p.s.  Mike figured out that blogger is having trouble using the updated version of internet explorer.  So, that is why I could not upload any pictures.  It still isn't fixed, so I'm using something different at the moment.  Thanks for all the comments.