Once upon a time...

Once upon a time...it stopped raining and the sun shined down on us all. And there was much lawn mowing, weeding, trimming and general busy-ness in yards across the Wasatch Front. And there was much painting, which brought much rejoicing. The following day was filled with more rain, but the sore, tired people were grateful for a day off.

How was your rain free Saturday?

(We finished painting the trim, doors and shutters on our house, it looks so nice! Much better than the "half done job with tape still around everything" look we had for a week. Rejoice, rejoice. Now we just have the foundation and the shed. I'm excited!)

In other news, Felicity and Caleb both had their class programs this week. Felicity was part of a dance, kind of a Charleston thingy, very cute and she did a good job. Caleb had a small speaking part for the program, which I didn't know about until that morning. Never fear, he had it memorized and could say it all in one breath. His teacher told me all the kids memorized their parts by themselves so they didn't send any home to parents. What good little first graders! Both the kids had a good school year with good teachers. But I'm really ready for the end of the year, it's getting harder to get up every morning and keep the kids on top of homework and other assignments. Three and a half more days! Joseph keeps asking if that means he's starting kindergarten. He's like a little pistol waiting for school. He's a pistol anyway.

Seth story: After the kids were in bed for the night, I left Seth in the kitchen by himself (mistake #1) and went into the living room with Farris. When we washed the dishes after dinner that night we had put one of my Pyrex casserole dishes on the counter to dry (mistake #2). You can guess the rest: a large smash, a kitchen filled with small pieces of glass and a Very Wide Eyed little boy sitting on the counter, looking over his devastation. Farris picked him up and put him to bed and the first thing Seth said to me the next morning: "Breakable. On the floor. Daddy put me in bed." Yup, that's pretty much it. But I needed an excuse to get a bigger one, anyway.

Joseph and Seth story: I opened the bathroom door earlier this week and found a beach party in progress. Joseph was in his swimsuit sitting on the counter with his feet in a sink full of water and all the rubber duckies surrounding him. Seth was on the other side, fully clothed and soaked from his socks to his sweatshirt. They had laid out about five towels on the floor to try to collect some of the overflow, but like keeping sand out of the car at the beach--it's impossible--there was water everywhere. I think my kids need some sun. I think I need my kids to get some sun.

The world didn't end. Although I did get most of the mopping done, almost an end of the world event. Maybe in Heaven we'll have a little more carpet?