Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Definition of Hell

There are only a few things that I despise as the mother to many.  I spend way too much of my life doing this--insurance and medical bills.  We are blessed to coverage, but this is what I imagine hell to be like.  No need to give me sermons on fire and brimstone.  Just make me think hell would be one never ending life of dealing with insurance!


And since I just posted about the art museum, this art piece, Time is Ticking, seemed the perfect addition for this topic.


My apologies to the artist.  I don't know who you are.  And I don't have time to figure it out. 

Monday, August 22, 2016

Art--If You Build It They Will Come

We've spent a fair amount of time at the art museum this summer.  I know, that sounds like we are so cultured, doesn't it?  We spend time at the art museum.  Go ahead, say it with a British accent!










Actually, I've learned a little trick.  And it only took me a generation of kids to learn this.  What a smarty!  Because honestly, some of my kids would rather poke their eye out with a paint brush than go to an art museum.

What I've discovered is that once they get there, they actually DO enjoy it.  At least a little bit.  And some of my kids even invite their friends! (I love that our art museum is free for kids under 18--and many museums have a free/cheap day.)

The trick I've finally learned is to pair something like the museum with something my kids actually LOVE!

Such as ice cream.




I forgot to take photos of our ice cream, so I just used some from when my sister took my kids for ice cream.  I told you, I'm a smarty.

And speaking of art, I bought a bunch of gel pens and markers, put them on the kitchen table, and it's been fun to see ALL my kids get involved in drawing (even if one child drew a bloody sword.  Yuck!).  I couldn't help but think of the line from Field of Dreams, "If you build it, they will come."

And true confessions, my mom has been cleaning out her storage shed.  I drew the little house above when I was in 3rd grade. Did I trick you?  I've always wanted to have a piece of art in the museum.  So now I guess I do.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Bulk Buys

Yep.  It's summer.  Costco is my hero.


Saturday, August 20, 2016

Summer Fun

I was going through photos and realized a huge part of my feeling so unorganized is we've been gone so much.  Which is awesome!  It's been an FULL and FUN summer!  I feel so very, very blessed and I know I feel especially thankful because there have been times in my life where I thought we would never have this much happiness again.

Praising God and relishing the good times!

Sun River.  This place never gets old!  We will return again and again every summer.  Our days included lots of biking, eating, swimming, golfing, art, puzzles, and Starbucks. Oh, and Pokemon hunting--tons of Pikachus!


















And then my sister and her family came.  It's always a party and we enjoyed a mini amusement park, the science museum, and a make-your-own pancake place.





















Friday, August 19, 2016

Three Minutes Late For Band Camp

Unlike most of the world, my kids haven't started school yet.  Believe it or not, this year I'm looking forward to getting back on schedule.  Somehow, at the beginning of summer, I thought we were going to RELAX all summer.

Hmmmm.  Not so much.

We've had a great summer, but it's been a SUPER BUSY summer.  And the only relaxing seems to be in terms of kids "forgetting" to do their chores and our whole family forgetting how to keep things organized, prioritized, and streamlined.

I'm not even sure I know what those words mean anymore.

This week has been especially busy with tons of appointments, swimming lessons, camps, and work.
As  a positive, Lan Lan got her driver's permit.  Watch out world and pray for us all!




But this week I also realized that life was over-the-top when I was rushing my butt off, going from one thing to another, trying to fit too much in, and I made Patrick three minutes late for his first day of high school band camp.

Happier times.  
Unlike the day his mother made him late to Band Camp.

Now this may not seem like a tragedy to some people.  But you don't know my Patrick.  He was texting me in a panic two hours before camp with me replying things like, "no worries," and "Chill, I'll be home."

I wasn't.  And he was understandably upset.  I'm a loser mom.

I feel discombobulated and disorganized.  I'm now reading The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business.  And time to re-read some of my previous posts.  I'm so out-of-sorts it will be like reading from a stranger--

 going way back to when my kids were so small, and designating days of the week and  more here.  And then reminding myself about setting goals and prioritizing, and procrastination, paperwork, and medical/dental organization.