Smells like football. Almost.

Because we aren’t busy enough around here with cello, violin, piano, two kids working, and one kid starting college soon, we decided to tell the boys that we’d sign up any of them who desired to play football this year.  We figured maybe two would want to play but the joke was on us because 4 of them said, me!me!me!.

The cost alone makes me almost say bad words to myself silently in my head.  But the fact that they are all in different age groups, and on different teams, and practice at two different fields about 4 miles apart…
We will not will try not to complain.  We will just call the next 4 months a challenge.

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Conditioning camp started today and as you can see from the picture, it didn’t start off resembling football at all.  What you’re looking at is a bunch of little kids doing stretches the wrong way.  Sometimes one of them would take off running in one direction and then a bunch of other kids would see him and go along too even though they were supposed to be going the other way. Or not going at all.  It’s very much like herding cats out there and it is so easy to stand at the fence and laugh because I’m not one of the coaches.

The coaches, however, were not discouraged and are apparently good with cats because after about twenty minutes everybody was doing football-ish things and everything started to look a little orderly.
We’ll be at it again tomorrow night.  Fun Florida heat and all.

Man I love football season.

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A table fort for the masses.

Having a 14 foot long table this past year has been such a pleasure. It has meant that we can all eat dinner together without elbowing each other. It has meant that one person can get up from the table to use the bathroom or grab a drink without making everybody beside them have to do this sort of half standing chair scootch dance that inevitably ends with somebody getting their foot smashed. It has meant that we can have friends over for a meal without half of us having to eat standing up.

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And it means that many more of Nona’s quilts are needed to complete a super large table fort.

 

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A couple nights ago I put spaghetti on the table for my children to eat for dinner.  Rabbit and I had to run a quick errand so I charged Gabe and Matthew with dishing up the littles’ food and we headed out the door to the bank and then to Publix.

We were gone for about an hour and when we got home the kids were just finishing up dishes and evening clean-up chores.  This made me happy because it meant that I had missed the bulk of the work.  Two points for having awesome kids.

About an hour after we had returned home everybody started to notice the faint smell of roasted garlic.
Roasted garlic on burnt toast to be more exact.

Ben was the first person to realize what it was.

MOM! It’s the bread!  It’s still in the oven!

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Before I had left with Rabbit I had checked on the garlic bread in the oven.  It wasn’t even close to being finished yet so I set the timer so the children could get it out after about 10 minutes.

Only I had forgotten to mention that to them.
And they had forgotten that I was cooking garlic bread.
And somebody had just turned the timer off when it buzzed because the boys use that timer for a million things and probably thought it was for something else, like whose turn it is on the stationary bicycle, with which they are all obsessed.

So for 2 hours the garlic bread cooked itself into a hard rock-like substance.  There was no fire, no smoke, and only a hint of burnt smell. Thank goodness I had it cooking on a low temperature because once when my mother-in-law and father-in-law were cooking us dinner they set their garlic bread to burning, like on fire, when they were broiling it to give it a quick toasting on top.

We have a big family with many eager cooks so we frequently have a newbie in the kitchen trying something they’ve never tried before. Obviously mistakes are going to happen.  Things bubble over on the stove, green beans get burnt to the bottom of a pot, muffins get set on fire
But we’re not talking about a newbie here.  This was simply me being a doofus.

And now I must go because Maggie is dumping Super Puffs all over and around the stationary bike.

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Coffee and a paper

The Pensacola airport just got a Chick-Fil-A which is pretty cool, I guess, except that I don’t fly so that location’s number 8 grilled chicken club sandwich meal (BACON!) really does me no good.
My oldest son made quite a bit of money on opening day, however, and that is why he thought I would like to have this particular page of the newspaper.

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I can neither confirm nor deny that Joe is in the above picture.  There are state secrets, national secrets, international secrets, and then there are Chick-Fil-A secrets. 

Don’t mess with the cow, people.

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Catching up

I’ve rarely even thought about this blog lately.  Every once in a while it’ll cross my mind that I should post something but then, just as quickly, that thought will leave my mind and be replaced by something else.  Like, how many nights in a row can I get away with making sandwiches for dinner before Rabbit notices that I’m not really making dinner?

Speaking of Rabbit, he’s now Bambi.  I hate it and I refuse to call him that and I’ll have to write about it sometime because at least the story is interesting.

Did I mention that we took a trip across the country for two weeks in March and April?  No, I didn’t, so I will now.

Rabbit’s mom passed away unexpectedly on my 40th birthday.
Oh yeah, I turned 40 in March.

Anyway, her situation is a long story so I will just say that she was a wonderful mother-in-law who opened up her heart and home to this girl whom she had never met who married her son after knowing him for just 6 weeks. She spent a great many years putting her heart and soul into caring for people and I never heard her speak a negative word about anybody. She just loved her family and wanted good for us.  One Thanksgiving she taught me, against my will, to peel potatoes.  I remember it fondly and will always be thankful for the time she put in teaching me the little things that I needed to know to be a good wife and mom.  I’m sure I had plenty of chances, but I never told her how thankful I was for her.  That is sad.

We had made the decision right away to make the most out of the trip and most of the time everything seemed fine and we were just on a family vacation.  But there were those solemn, quiet moments where we suddenly remembered why we were traveling 2500 miles from Florida to Washington State.
Many parts of it were heart wrenching.
And still, there was so much joy.

We visited with our friends Carrie and John in Montana and, sidenote: Carrie, WHY DIDN’T WE TAKE ANY PICTURES? This is the second visit with you guys where we forgot to take a photo.  Something is very wrong with us.

Then we played in snow.

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We visited with so much family.

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And I got to see my best good friend, Mama Squirrel, who I haven’t seen in way too many years.  Our families are two peas in a pod and it was such a great thing to see her and all her babies.

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We also stopped by Craters of the Moon and the Grand Canyon but I’ll save those things for another post so I don’t run out of blog ideas too quickly.

There really is so much more to say.  These last few months have been quite crazy for us – crazier than normal, even.  There has been a lot of pain. A lot of sorrow.  But there has also been so much happiness and so many great memories created.  I hope it will motivate me to keep writing this time.

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The one where Sam fails at catching a kickball

On Sunday Gabe inflated our brand new kickball and took it outside to play a little ball with Sam.  Instead of catching the ball when Gabe threw it, however, Sam blocked it with his palm in such a way that it caused his bone to buckle just above his wrist.

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What bothers me so much about this, other than Sammy’s arm being broken, is that I called to try to make him a doctor’s appointment Monday morning and only got an answering machine at the Navy clinic here, which is typical. After 3 different appointment lines and no actual person to help me, I called the nurse’s hotline to find out if I should take him to the ER.
The nurse said No. Wait 7 days and if it is still hurting him and it’s still swollen then call the clinic here and make him an appointment.

Good thing that I am a more paranoid mom then that.  I took him to the ER that afternoon.  Xrays showed a very defined break.
The next day, yesterday, the Navy clinic wanted to see him and take more xrays, which also showed a very defined break, but they had to forward them to a bone specialist or someone because they don’t do casts.

I felt like Sam passed a test or something when orthopedics finally called today to have him come in and get a full cast on. As soon as they saw the xrays they were all like, can you get him here within the hour?

Sam is quite proud of his broken bone and the resulting cast for right now.  I’m sure that’ll change before too long though. 

We know how to start Spring around here for sure. 

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It’s finally spring almost.

It’s 85 degrees and it smells like sunscreen and dirt and wet bathing suits. 

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The younger kids want to live outside.  They want to eat outside and play outside and sleep outside.  The older kids complain that it’s too hot and I remind them that we live in Florida and they should stop complaining because they know what hot is and it is not 85 degrees.

I live for this time of year. 
I love living in Florida.

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Matthew tried to bake muffins but made fire instead.

Yesterday Matthew(11) wanted to make some muffins from scratch.  He’s shown himself to be pretty competent in the kitchen so I printed him out a recipe and he got started mixing flour and sugar as I ran out the door on a last minute errand.  Kait was here to supervise and answer any questions so I felt fine leaving the house for a half hour.

Everything was fine.  I did not receive any emergency texts saying the house was on fire or anything even though I probably should have because they freaking set the house on fire while I was gone.

Okay, not the house, exactly, but the oven.  They set the oven on fire.

Matthew.  My precious, bright eyed baby boy.

He mistook 3/4 cup sugar for 3 cups sugar.  But this wasn’t the issue.  The issue was the 3 tablespoons of baking powder.  The recipe called for  3 teaspoons baking powder.

I walked in the door and could smell the distinct odor of burnt cookies.  Kait told me that there had been a fire in the oven and somebody, I think it was Ben, commented thankfully we were able to save the muffins.

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They started eating the custard-like mess from the bottom of the muffin cups.  I guess it wasn’t a total waste.

Lucy(4) was so disappointed about the lack of actual muffins though.  This morning while she was peeling an orange she requested out of the blue, Mom, please don’t let Matthew use too much baking powder today when he makes pupcakes again.

It struck me odd that she recalled it being too much baking powder in the muffins that ruined them.  That girl has got some kind of memory for sure.

Matthew saw me writing this post and said he was going to go attempt to make muffins again.  I will not be running any errands.  As a matter of fact, I should probably get off this computer so I can pay closer attention.

 

 

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I have no explanation for our conversations.

Kait texted me the other night. From her room. It just happened to be her 20th birthday but that doesn’t have anything to do with this post except hello I have a 20 year old child people and when did this happen?    Kait and I texting each other in the evenings from inside the same house has become a normal occurrence because since Christmas it has become hazardous to walk across the living room, kitchen, and dining room floors at night.  There are at least a hundred tiny dinosaurs and sea creatures everywhere no matter how much we try to clean them up and they are very bitey.

Kait: What is my blood type?

Me: I don’t know.  Why?

Kait: Trying to get some extra income.  Selling it on the back market.

Me: I don’t think that is going to work like you think it is.  You could just do your taxes and get your refund.

Kait: Obviously you never knew about the opportunities here.  Pensacola has some renowned black market gang mobs.

Me: Gang mobs spill blood, not buy blood.

Kait: Where do you think they get the blood to spill?  Trees don’t grow blood.

Me:

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Blood. Tree.

It’s actually a Dragon Blood Tree but she didn’t specify so neither did I.

Cool tree though, right?

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So many questions were answered for me.

And here we have a conversation between my second oldest and my second youngest.

Lucy (3): Joe, I need a herring so I can go cut down a tree in the backyard.

Joe (16): I don’t know what a herring looks like.  You’ll have to draw one for me.

Lucy: Well, I could draw it on paper if I had some chopsticks but we don’t have any chopsticks so you will have to get me some and then I can draw a herring for you.

Lucy’s (eyes suddenly very big):  OOOORRRRR   I could draw the herring with a crayon or a pencil!

She ran away and returned with a sheet of white paper and an orange crayon and then drew something that doesn’t resemble anything that exists anywhere.

Lucy: Wait, that doesn’t look like anything. Hmmm… I’ll fix it.

She added some eyes.

Lucy:  There. Now it’s a scary ghost.

Lucy:  Joe, I can’t draw a herring.  I need help.

Joe took the crayon and drew a simple picture of a fish.

Lucy:   That doesn’t really look like a herring.  It needs legs.

Joe drew some legs on it.

Lucy (laughing): Jooooeeee, that doesn’t look like a herring, it looks like a guy. He needs wings.

Joe:….

Lucy: Wait, noooo not wings.  I was thinking of an astronaut.  It needs wheels.

So, without further ado I give you a herring that can chop down a tree.

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You’re welcome.

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