You may ask, "Why did you take four kids, under seven, grocery shopping on your once a month trip?"
Or "Why did you assume that the kids would play happily out in the fresh air while you put Brigham down for a nap?"
And I would reply: Honestly... I'm not entirely sure. Maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment. Maybe I wake up with too much energy and too high of expectations. Maybe I just imagine I'll get in some extra teaching moments or that I might be that lady that you overhear people talking about, saying, "How does she do it? Isn't she brave! Such well behaved children. Isn't that precious!" But believe me, I certainly didn't imagine that I was going to run over Amberlee's leg with a loaded shopping cart, or that Brigham was going to have a panic attack at the checkout stand if he I didn't give back the half eaten case of unpaid for strawberries, or that Seth was going to sit in a muddy pothole and stop traffic while I was trying to get kids buckled and in the car, or (not to be too personal) that is was going to be a "heavy flow day" requiring the stylish tied sweater around the waist trick, or that for the kids "Fruit Prize" if they were good (ha, you can tell I've lowered my expectations-- no actually the girls were very helpful... almost too helpful :), Autumn was going to pick a $6 mini bag of out of season cherries (which were absolutely scrumptious by the way!) and Amberlee was going to insist on the $8 pre-cut melon platter. (There was no talking her out of it!) She worked hard to earn it, not to mention getting run over, and it was very difficult to muster up the patience to explain that she could have an entire cantaloupe to herself for less while two little boys were screaming in my ears. We will definitely set a $1-2 price limit next time... or perhaps I might really simplify things and just leave the kids out of the equation. :)
Now isn't that a novel idea.
And after single-handedly loading, unloading, carrying up the stairs, and putting groceries away, maybe I just thought I deserved a small break and they deserved some fresh air. How was I to know they would find a mud pit and come bellowing for me at the door just as Brigham had finally dozed off. Little did I know that things were just about to get a whole lot messier. So much so that, on top of stripping the mud-caked girls down, I would have to un-suction-cup a very stuck, very sad, and VERY MUDDY Seth from the mud pit, who deftly got me quite muddy in the process, grabbing my freshly shampooed hair, etc. So instead of scrubbing the tub that was on my list, I was scrubbing boots, coats, hats, gloves, pants, socks and a dry clean only coat for about an hour, all creating a very chocolate milk looking tub... if only, I could certainly use a jug right now.
*For your info, they got a cold shower and did a whole list of chores for me. :) However, the tub remains on my list.
Or "Why did you assume that the kids would play happily out in the fresh air while you put Brigham down for a nap?"
And I would reply: Honestly... I'm not entirely sure. Maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment. Maybe I wake up with too much energy and too high of expectations. Maybe I just imagine I'll get in some extra teaching moments or that I might be that lady that you overhear people talking about, saying, "How does she do it? Isn't she brave! Such well behaved children. Isn't that precious!" But believe me, I certainly didn't imagine that I was going to run over Amberlee's leg with a loaded shopping cart, or that Brigham was going to have a panic attack at the checkout stand if he I didn't give back the half eaten case of unpaid for strawberries, or that Seth was going to sit in a muddy pothole and stop traffic while I was trying to get kids buckled and in the car, or (not to be too personal) that is was going to be a "heavy flow day" requiring the stylish tied sweater around the waist trick, or that for the kids "Fruit Prize" if they were good (ha, you can tell I've lowered my expectations-- no actually the girls were very helpful... almost too helpful :), Autumn was going to pick a $6 mini bag of out of season cherries (which were absolutely scrumptious by the way!) and Amberlee was going to insist on the $8 pre-cut melon platter. (There was no talking her out of it!) She worked hard to earn it, not to mention getting run over, and it was very difficult to muster up the patience to explain that she could have an entire cantaloupe to herself for less while two little boys were screaming in my ears. We will definitely set a $1-2 price limit next time... or perhaps I might really simplify things and just leave the kids out of the equation. :)
Now isn't that a novel idea.
And after single-handedly loading, unloading, carrying up the stairs, and putting groceries away, maybe I just thought I deserved a small break and they deserved some fresh air. How was I to know they would find a mud pit and come bellowing for me at the door just as Brigham had finally dozed off. Little did I know that things were just about to get a whole lot messier. So much so that, on top of stripping the mud-caked girls down, I would have to un-suction-cup a very stuck, very sad, and VERY MUDDY Seth from the mud pit, who deftly got me quite muddy in the process, grabbing my freshly shampooed hair, etc. So instead of scrubbing the tub that was on my list, I was scrubbing boots, coats, hats, gloves, pants, socks and a dry clean only coat for about an hour, all creating a very chocolate milk looking tub... if only, I could certainly use a jug right now.
*For your info, they got a cold shower and did a whole list of chores for me. :) However, the tub remains on my list.
The first words out of Autumn's mouth were, "Maybe we'll be in the news paper!!!" How can you not smile-- just ever so slightly.
All thanks to this...
This is their favorite page of my scrapbook. I love this news paper clipping of my older brother Abe (Isn't there some of my Seth there--maybe it's just the mud that is confusing me)... but I didn't know I would have to experience it first hand in the middle of winter. It's all a lot better in print. And that would be so typical of my cute, skinny, carefree-young-mother Mom not to be bothered.
Still trying to be more like her. Sigh.
This is definitely one of those times when pictures just don't do it justice... I wasn't in a happy enough frame of mind to continue shooting.
Yes, I get a lot of help around here. Brig has become as common on the counter as the toaster or the bowl of fruit.
