Patrick and I went on our first bike ride of the year on a beautiful day. Yes, I shoved his big 4 year old body in that baby seat, and took off. We were off to our little grocery store to get ice cream for my Matthew who had a tooth pulled. I made it to the end of the street and thought, "Holy moley, am I in trouble!" I am SO out of shape and I can blame it on the fact that I didn't move for about 10 weeks right? I had about 1/2 mile more to go, and then back. I don't know how I made it, but what kept me going was a boy back home waiting for his ice cream. I've got to start exercising!
Speaking of exercising. Ha. I made all these chocolate chip cookies for one of Jeff's teams he coached. I almost burnt up my mixer up with a double batch.
I know-you can totally relate right? I have to laugh because if I let it bug me, well-I'll be bugged constantly.
Fix yourself a dang quesadilla Napoleon. I made these the other night. They were great. I made some vegetarian ones for me with refried beans. Omitted the bacon bits from all.
This is awful smelling. Do not buy it unless you want someone to walk into your kitchen after you've sprayed it and say, "How come it smells like someone pooped in here?' (And that didn't come out of the mouth of a 12 year old boy but a 45 year old man by the way.) Lemon verbena? Not so much. I think the antibac part is the thing that throws a wrench into the scent.
This will all be gone in a week. Or less than. I love buying fruit. (The lemons are for my water-I am making myself drink that whole thing back there every day. Of course more days than not, I fail miserably.)
Jeff set up the trampoline and it's a hit once again. Best 300 doll-hairs I've ever spent. I love that the neighborhood kids are out and about and Andrew has friends to play with. They all play so nicely together, and sometimes you know, they just need a break from brothers and sisters. (Although Patrick has been a big tag-a-long which I love.)
Patrick is making the transition from basketball season to soccer, with absolutely not even a second of a gap in between. I signed him up for soccer this spring-just once a week-I know, I know, I'm shocked at myself. Who needs four kids playing soccer, and another rowing? But I just couldn't make him sit on the sidelines another year. I've never seen a kid more into sports in my life. I wish I hadn't even told him all about it because he is so excited he asks me every day when his soccer starts. It doesn't start till mid-April! I think we might have to come up with some sort of cross-off-the-days chart or we might both drive each other crazy.