Tuesday Tidbits

I think I may have missed my calling. I should have been an event planner. I just have waaay too much fun planning things. I can't even explain how writing a list makes me feel. And then to scratch things off on said list...well, it fills me with warm fuzzies. I had a blast planning my dad's grad party. I can't believe that we pulled off a surprise party with the guest of honor under the roof. That takes some serious work. Can't believe he's got his master's now, such an accomplishment. So proud of him and his example of what hard work and dedication can do for a person.

 

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Since returning from TRF and pulling into the garage at 12:09am last night, I can officially say that I have only logged 4 hours and 15 minutes of sleep. Why is it that when a baby goes to sleep late, they don't just simply sleep in later in the morning?!? Why do they insist on getting up at the same exact time that they would have had they gone to bed at regular time? My brain says that if I got to bed 4+ hours late, I should sleep in 4+ hours longer in the morning. Same question goes for 3 year olds and 5 year olds. This mama just wants some sleep.

 

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Ben is a little tuckered out from the festivities of the weekend. I could do no right by him this morning. Example: Ben started crying when I told him it was time to do school. Why you ask? He was upset because he didn't understand why on earth he couldn't do more chores instead and was being made to work on schoolwork. When this child decided that chores were so much fun is beyond me...in fact, if you asked him last week he would have told you he hated them.

 

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I overheard Lily and Ben having a conversation about what they want to be when they grow up. Ben said he wants to be a dad and a chef. Lily piped up and said "You have to make sure you get married first before you get pregnant, Ben!!" He started laughing and enlightened her that

boys do. not. get. pregnant.

 

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Just in case you were wondering, there is nothing sweeter than a sleeping baby snuggled into a mama's arms. Safe and secure...all being right in their little world. Hattie was still tired when she woke up from her nap, so I sat on the couch and cuddled her. She fell back to sleep for a few hours, it's these moments that I want to savor and remember always. There are dishes to be washed, toys to be picked up, meals to be made...but what's important is the time spent loving my children.

 

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And here are a few pics from the party...have I mentioned that I am so proud of my dad?

 

 

Trapped!

This is what life looks like when you are a wee little one and you have two big sisters (aka Lily and Cora) who think they have some really good ideas...

And yes, this is what a house looks like with 5 children.

Mirror, Mirror...

On the wall...

Who's the sweetest baby of them all??

And in case sepia floats your boat and makes your soul sing...

Either way...I can't get enough of this baby.

Just Because...

...I couldn't help myself.

Little Miss H getting into the christmas spirit with her little friends...

Ella was recruited to snap a quick pic...

Me and my wonderful hubby...parents to 5 awesome kiddos. :)

The Shakedown

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

This breaking news just in!!

Control has shifted. (insert applause, horns blowing, and dancing in the streets.) The toy closet has been returned to it's rightful owners. The Authorities have regained their rightful place...they now are 100% in charge of what comes in and what goes out.

The Band of Misfits tried to call their parents' bluff. Smelling that change was in the air and that they were on the precipice of a new dawn, the Authorities fearlessly and tirelessly worked to regain control. Throwing caution to the wind and with reckless abandon, they worked quickly. Piles of toys were contained one by one (literally...into containers), removed from the premisis and put into lockdown. Screwdrivers were brought out and knobs were removed. Locks were installed and keys placed up high and out of reach of curious, menacing fingers. Rules were put in place and a vow of No Wavering was promised. Now items will only be allowed to leave the closet if the previous items are picked up and put away first.

Before the Band of Misfits even knew what was happening, order was once again restored. I am happy to report that peace and tranquility has once again fallen on Hubler Planet. Gone are the days of ooooodles of toys overtaking the living room floor, gone are the days of multiple game pieces lying around just waiting to poke into the unsuspecting arch of a foot, gone are the days of legos being tripped over, gone are the days of a whole bucket of dress-up clothes throwing up all over the floor, gone are the days of magnetic dolls and their clothes being stuck to any magnetic surface that will welcome them, gone are the mountains of dominoes mascarading as banana peels just itching to see someone slip and come crashing to the floor, gone are the days of Hello Kitty playing cards littering the every surface making it look like a parade has just come through...gone are the days of clutter and chaos.

Peace has been restored.

You Wanna Be What?

Tonight's conversation at supper:



Ben: I want to be a chef when I grow up.

 

Jason: Cool...if you could work at any restaurant, where would you want to work?

 

Ben: Ummm.....Acapella.

 

Jason: Where?

 

Ben: You know, Dad, that restaurant we went to Nana with.

 

**Much thinking going on...**

 

Jason: Oh...do you mean Acapulco? That mexican restaurant?

 

Ben: Yes!

 

Lily: I want to work at Hot Cocoa too!

 

Ben: Where?!?

 

Lily: You know, the restaurant Dad just said...Hot Cocoa!

 

Ben: Acapulco....not Hot Cocoa Lily!

 

Cora: When I grow up, I want to be a mad monster...roar!

 

...Or Spiderman

 

...Or a goat!

 

Let's be Animals!!!!

 

 

True story, folks. This was all said in seriousness. This is what we talk about around the supper table.

 

Craziness ensues. Followed by lots of giggles from the parents.