Sometimes I think my life is dull and boring but if I sit back and look at all the quirky/dramatic/adventurous things going on around me I realize it is anything but dull and boring. Oh sure, it has it's boring moments but the puncutating bits of drama are not few and far between. I have come to the conclusion that this is because I live with three little boys and David. Let me elaborate.
A couple of days ago Joel ran into the house yelling that he had caught a lizard but it got away. He then held up, practically right in front of my nose, the lizard's tail--still moving. He was very excited and ran right back out again after he'd proudly shown me his capture. All I could think was "I really hope he doesn't put that in his pocket like he did with the earthworm". . .
Yesterday the boys didn't have school so we went to the park. It's a great park with a really fun playground and lots of grassy area to run (reminds me a little of Maplewood Park). The boys played really well with some friends that also came and before long they were on some sort of little boy quest which involved moving armfuls of leaves from a spot under a tree to a grassy slope nearby (who knows what they were planning). As I was watching them, Seth came running up to me and the other two women I was talking to with his hands help out in front of him and a look of sheer terror on his face. We looked at his hands and apparently, hidden in the leaves, he had managed to pick up a bunch of fire ants that were swarming all over his hands. All three of us quickly brushed off his hands and got rid of the ants but he was already bitten numerous times and he was just shaking all over. Lorinda, one of the women, suggested we soak his hands in baking soda and water when we got home and then see if we needed to spray them with some bactine or something. We rushed right home and I got some baking soda and water for Seth who had been crying quite hard the whole time. He put his hands in it and was immediately relieved. After soaking his hands for a few minutes he said that they didn't even hurt anymore so I was thrilled that it worked so well. So everything turned out o.k. with that incident.
This morning as I was checking my email I suddenly heard a sound that sounded quite familiar. It took just a second to register in my brain and then I knew. It was the sound of milk being poured out of the milk jug. I looked down the hallway and there stood Nate on the living room carpet pouring out a full quarter of a gallon of milk into my laundry basket. Laundry baskets do not make the best containers since the sides are full of holes. I rushed in to the front room to see all that milk, foamy and white, sinking into the brown carpet. I ran to grab towels and soak it up but my milk was gone and I was left with a large mess to clean up. It was not a happy moment. Nate was put in his crib and the boys helped me soak up the milk the best that we could with a half a dozen towels. We really, really need this carpet cleaned.
Last night I sent David to the store for milk and cereal. He came home with the milk and cereal, pop tarts, apple cider a boquet of flowers and . . . a fanny pack. Yes, you read that right, a fanny pack. He said it was for the kayak trip that he was going on with the Young Men today. Maybe so, but I am still having a hard time picturing my husband wearing a fanny pack. A camoflauge one too, no less. I don't mean to offend. I know there is a market for fanny packs out there, otherwise they wouldn't exist, but it's just not something I ever envisioned anyone in our family using. A backpack or satchel, sure. But a fanny pack?!
Anyway, as you can see my life is full of little moments of humor, drama, and trials. It's a good life though--even in the boring times, or maybe especially during the boring times. . .
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