A bad case of the grumps!

All this week I've woken up grumpy. I'm not sure why, but I don't like it. This morning just after 6AM, my 3-year-old came in telling me he was wet and wanted his diaper changed. Rather than just take care of it and go back to bed, I told him to go get a diaper and I'd do it. I did this knowing it was unlikely he would return with a diaper (I was right). However, on his way to his room, he woke up his sister, who cried until I convinced him to give her a binky. Not long after, the crying continued, Rich got Lucy out and there were then 4 people in my bed rather than 2. The two little extras are snugglers, so instead of a cozy morning in bed it was 2 little people jumping and climbing on 2 big people who in turn snapped and growled back.

NOT a good way to start my morning.

Is this something I should get used to? Or would it be okay to lock my door until I'm ready to get up (maybe I need to lock the kids' doors - oooh, not safe, I know).

What. to. do.....

Regrets...

I try not to do things that I may regret. I have made choices that I have had to learn from, but I don't really regret those, as I learned and became a better person. Having said that, I have a regret:

As I was getting the stroller out of the trunk, I sat my phone on the ledge where the trunk clasp closes (I distinctly thought - "Oh, I won't forget and leave it there, because if I try to shut the trunk, it will hit my phone and bounce back open" - What the Crap? How do I seriously think those thoughts and not realize how stupid they sound?! Ugh! Needless to say, I shut the trunk and it DID just that - bounced back open. However, my phone now has a huge crack in the screen and can't be read. It still rings (I think) and I can dial and talk (and get VM if I remember to dial for it).

This all means:

I can't text a friend to see if they're awake so I can ask a question - I'll have to call (or not) or ask them later (not likely).

I can't text my sister to see if she's on her way or still loading the kids (Sorry Lac, I love ya).

I can't text my husband and ask him to stop on the way home from work to pick up a few items (or a Dr. Pepper)

I can't have a full on conversation over the course of an hour or so without actually speaking a word (Yes, Haley...we have to use our verbal skills...:/)

I can't text my neighbors or friends to borrow some obscure item in the middle of dinner or naps or whatever. I just have to call or go without.

I guess what it all comes down to is - if I need to talk to somebody or they need to talk to me, we'll have to pick up the phone, dial, wait for the pick-up, and physical say what needs to be said.

Who Does That?!

Me.

Until further notice.

At Last...

There are few key signs that summer has arrived:

First, the BBQ is out of storage and is used at every possible meal (usually with friends)

Second, kids get a bath EVERY night no matter what because they're covered in a film of sunscreen, sweat and dirt

Third, Luke falls asleep (on a random place on the floor) by his own volition in the middle of the afternoon

Well. We have BBQ'd three times in four days (Fri, Sat, Sun); Luke has been bathed four of four days and still has a bunch of black grease spots that won't come off; I found Luke on the family room floor this afternoon when I realized that it had been quiet way too long - happy ending, he slept for almost two hours.

SUMMER IS HERE!!!!

Part of the Team!!

Luke went to his 3rd Itty-Bitty Ball today....

And he PARTICIPATED!!! YEA!

I won't tell you that I had to bribe him with a soda if he stayed with his coach and did the stuff she asked, but it was SO great to watch him be part of his team!

Hooray for small miracles.

The muffled cry of a child...

Yesterday I was enjoying a few minutes of quiet while my children were playing happily together (rare, I know), when I heard Lucy's muffled cry. She was within sight just seconds before, so I assumed Luke had thrown a blanket over her. I instantly got up to check it out...hmmm....all blankets were bump-free and Lucy was nowhere to be seen. As I was listening to this muffled cry, I notice the big green tub Luke keeps his blocks in was near the couch, upside-down (not unusual). I soon realized the muffled cry was coming from the tub. Luke had seen Lucy happily playing on the floor and decided he could do something to change that blissful moment. I picked up the tub to see Lucy, toy-in-hand, sitting there looking up at me with crocodile tears in her eyes. She was happy to "see the light" once again. Once my hysterical laughing stopped, I kindly asked Luke to please not put the green tub on Lucy because it's not safe....even now, re-telling the story, I get the giggles!!! I needed the laugh.

Itty -bitty...something

So we signed Luke up for Itty-bitty ball (3-4 year-olds). This session is baseball, although Luke asked for golf when we talked to him about it. Regardless, I knew it wasn't really baseball, but I thought he'd love being with other kids his age and using a mitt and bat.
WRONG.
He was glued to my leg the entire time...I was able to unstick him long enough to bat with him a couple of time off the tee. He did two more swings on his own before it was time to do something else. The class was set up as a round robin of 6 stations. They got to take turns batting, throwing, catching, and running bases. It was great! Maybe next time he'll want to do more on his own - at least I'm hoping - if I wanted to pay for ME to do something, it would be something else, for sure (pedicure, maybe?).

I'll take the camera next time. Maybe I can get a pic of Luke actually playing something....?