Um, Hi.

So, um, I guess this is my blog. Here goes...
Today my darling cherubs decided to wash the driveway. They ran in and out of the garage door to report on their progress. It kept them busy so I was quite thrilled about it. Later, not so much. I discovered tonight that they had washed it with about a hundred water bottles. So if anyone would like to come eat dinner off my driveway, it's fresh as a mountain spring.

Since this is my very first post, here's a little summary of our family.

Matthew (almost 10). Oh my. When did we go from Matchbox to Xbox? Last week as he ran off to school I yelled in my best casual, cool-mom voice, “Love ya.” After several attempts to get his attention, he finally turned around. I thought maybe I’d get a little wave. Nope. “I heard you” was all I got in reply. Better than, “Doubt it,” which is what I got last week.

Emma (6) is alternately my big helper and my big complicator. She likes to attempt all baby-care tasks, particularly when I’m not looking. Once I found her with an enormous pile of used, poopy baby wipes. Emma was just changing Audrey’s diaper. Five-year-olds changing diapers somehow brings to mind absentee crack mothers and siblings raising siblings. I promise that’s not the case here…
Recently, Emma wet her pants in the car. Not in her carseat. Oh no. She dribbled all over the driver seat. I had to drive home from the grocery store perched on top of a sleeping bag hoping that it, instead of my skirt, would soak up Emma’s little accident.

As if Emma doesn’t keep life exciting enough, I also have Ry Ry (4 1/2). Leaving Great-grandma Wayment’s house after our last visit, he yelled out his car window, “Hey Grandma! You’re not died yet!!”
At the UPS Store a few months ago he knocked over a portion of their counter. (How in the heck???) It literally fell to the ground and on its way gashed an overpriced box they were trying to sell me and also slammed into an A/C condenser unit. I quickly said, “Oh I’m sorry,” grabbed my two children and my picture of Jesus that I was trying to buy a box for, and hit the road before they could charge me for the box. Or the A/C unit.

And then there’s my precious Audrey (One year old!). She is such a calm baby. They’re all precious, actually. She just happens to be the only calm one.