Knee Deep

Spring is in full swing here in the midwest.  Warm temperatures have allowed us to wear sweatshirts instead of winter coats.  The windows that I washed in January (yes----January) look dirty...again... and need to be re-washed.  And spring showers have brought us lots of mud puddles to play in and rivers to make. 

Because spring makes the natives restless, today after school went something like this....

"Why don't you boys put on your mud boots and go outside to play in the mud?"  I couldn't believe the words escaped my mouth until they were out (because I had just washed the floor.)

"Mom... did you actually just tell us to go outside and play in the mud?"  Asked Noah.

"Yep."  They jumped at the chance.

Besides mudslinging, to celebrate spring we planted seeds... in our dining room.  Where else would a country girl start seeds? 


My seed saving efforts from last year were foiled by over watering and lack of effort on my part... I will have to make a greater effort this year. 








The seeds have sprouted and have been crushed by our crazy cat several times, while she as in pursuit of flies.  For being a cat, she sure is not graceful.  But, they are still alive and are seeming to recover.

This spring gives way to change... big changes are coming to our life.  Things that I have prayed about and fretted and stewed over.  And, no, I for one am NOT having a baby. Decisions have been made.  Paper work is being completed.  An important deadline was completely missed... so there has been a slight delay that seems to be for the better.  But, all of that is a completely different blog. 

For today, I am just enjoying spring.

A Snow Day

This post is from one of the only snow days we have had this year (which is completely unusual here in the sticks)...


This week I had planned on having today by myself.  I had counted on it.  The boys would be at school and I would get some much needed cleaning, scrap booking, and organizing done. 

But Mother Nature intervened with a blizzard... school was cancelled... and I was accompanied at home by the boys.

Don't get me wrong, I love having them home.  But, I had my life (for this week) plotted out meticulously... step by step... the goals and tasks that needed to be completed day by day... planning that I would have a day alone.  The tasks that I wanted to accomplish---I have a hard time doing when my boys need constant attention. 

So, instead of doing paper work and washing floors and preparing for a much put off tax appointment...

We built snowmen (actually snow boys)....

The 'Mother of All Snowball Fights' was had (and subsequent injuries were treated)...

Cut out cookies were made and frosted...

Heart to hearts were given....

Snow forts were formed and then destroyed and then reformed...

Cold hands were kissed...

Pictures were sketched and painted...

Dad came home early and helped with snow forts...  which, by the way, were much cooler than moms snow fort effort...

The chicken coop was worked on...


I did not get a stitch of cleaning or organizing done.  Instead, we had spent the day doing things the boys wanted to do.  And it was much more special than any amount cleaning/ organizing that I could have completed.

Happy Snow Day my boys!