Organizational Bliss!

I have a very small linen closet.  Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful for this closet, as in my last house I had none.  (I had to put shelving in the under-the-stairs closet next to my one and only bathroom - *shudder* - I always had to shake out my sheets and towels to check for spiders before use!)

Anyway, I've almost recently inherited many more sheets and towels - which I really love, K, thanks! But this proved a problem for storage.  Also, the shelf I was using for medicinal propaganda was a tad cluttered  - and high, so my short self could hardly reach the stuff in the back.

While doing some visiting teaching the other day, my companion mentioned what she did for storage in her linen closet and I thought it was just genius, so I did the same. 

And look - it's just awesome!

No Regrets

So, I'm sitting here reading past blog posts, having a good laugh or two (my kids say some crazy things), when I come across a couple from the beginning of the year.  You know, when I had goals and was actually doing something about them...

Ugh.

Don't you hate that? Please tell me I'm not the only one who sets these great goals, does great on them, then bleh.  They sort of get put on the back burner... then pretty much disappear from the stove altogether.  Lame!

You know, if anything, it shows me that I have it in me to do this.  For some reason, the beginning of a new year is my peak for goal setting and accomplishing, and by the time the end of the year comes, I'm too excited for the holidays to care anymore.  But then I look in the mirror, or see a pile of unfinished work, or walk past the magazine I didn't finish months ago and get all depressed. 

Why get depressed??? Why not turn around and give myself a pep talk in the mirror, or see the good things, or pick a small pile to start with and just finish that dumb magazine?

Or, here's a thought... WHY NOT GET OFF MY BEHIND AND STOP WASTING MY TIME ON THIS STUPID COMPUTER?!

*ahem*  That's just what I'll do. 

I don't want to turn 90 someday and think, "Dude (yes, I'll still be saying 'dude' when I'm 90), why didn't I do this? Or finish that? Or be better at doing that other thing??"

No regrets, people.  That's how you should live your life.  You can't go back and do it over, so do it now. 

Now get your behind off the computer, too, and go live.  ;)

White and Nerdy

This week was Red Ribbon Week where our kids' school celebrated being Drug Free.  Every day had a theme (Wear Red Day, Sunglasses Day, Pajama Day, Hat Day) and today is Nerd Day.  My kids looked the part, too:

It's also their Halloween parties today, but alas, I'll have two kids a-nappin' so I won't be able to go and take hordes of pictures.  Oh, wait...  I don't do that anyway! ;)

Won't you take me to Crankytown

Why is it I forget so easily and quickly Quin's teething symptoms? Do I block them ever so willingly from my memory?

Actually, they're not TOO bad.  Unless they go for days in a row.  He doesn't eat well, which adds to the crankiness, sticks his fingers in his mouth (though not enough for me to think, huh, maybe he's teething...), and he's a super crankity crank-pot!

I checked his mouth yesterday, he's still working on molar number four (which broke through about two weeks ago), and today he's got his bottom right incisor poking out.  His left one is just about there... but making him so so miserable and therefore, me as well.

Three teething tablets, 1 tsp. of ibuprofen, 45 minutes outside, a puddle of muddy water, and a sippy cup with chocky milk later... he's napping and life is good for a bit. 

He's a teething fool.  ;)  (13!!!)

Isshoes

Remember a couple days ago, I posted this?

Well, we were at the shoe store looking for new ones when my husband noticed that the shoes my son has been wearing for quite some time now (his everyday shoes) were TWO different sizes.  One was a 5, the other was 5 1/2. 

How did we not catch this when we bought them??


I'm still waiting for my Mother of the Year award.

Finding new ways to enjoy the simple things in life...

Shoe size matters

Andur's been complaining for probably months that his church shoes are too tight.  I always just brushed it off.  This last Sunday, though, he complained again, so I asked him what socks he was wearing with them.  He said he was wearing his everyday socks.  I told him he needs to wear his church socks because they're thinner.

Out of curiosity, though, I checked his shoes to see what size they were - it seems like we just bought the stupid things!

He wears 5 1/2.

His church shoes are 3 1/2.


I'll take my Mom of the Year award, now. 

Leafy goodness

I love our backyard.  Love it.  75% of it is canopied by trees, 10% is garden, the rest is open for a trampoline or what-have-you.  And it's flat.  Our last backyard was HUGE but half was hilly.  This one provides more than one spot for our cabin-size tent, whether it be in the shade of the trees or on the side of the house to look up at the stars.  Our patio is huge and perfect and charming and begs for flowers to be decorating it (all in good time).  Love it.

In the fall, leaves abound.

The fun result of this:  a stinky, leafy diaper.  Yep.  Fun.