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When I heard the words “fort” and “picnic table” this wasn’t exactly what I was expecting!
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That’s My Girl!
See this girl:
This morning, after she left for school, I found she had left this sweet, little package for me:
“to mom these bunny ears are for you Ivy”
The ears of her chocolate bunny, left for her mother to enjoy!
Isn’t she the best, kindest and most thoughtful daughter ever?!?
Or… last years genius talk of it being bad luck not to let your mom eat your bunny ears really sunk in and she’s worried about finding next year’s basket.
Either way, I washed down my lunch with a set of bunny ears. I’m going with best daughter ever on this one!
(Read all about my “Evil or Genius?” plot from last year and then try it on your own kids- it seems to be working!)
This Moment – Massey Girls
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. 
If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see. Inspired by SouleMama.
Rescued From Draftland: So Sweet…
I dug into my folder of drafts tonight.
I looked way back through pages of half written stories and ideas that never went anywhere. I bypassed one terrible poem and found my way to end of the files. And there I discovered the first abandoned draft of my blog, this fully written post from June of 2010.
I wrote this at the time when Clara’s food issues were causing havoc with her body and we hadn’t yet figured out what was going on. There was lots of puking, lots of pooping, and lots of screaming. I knew there was something wrong with Clara but we had yet to convince a doctor that I was anything more than a crazy mom. Ivy was three and unsympathetic to her little sisters high needs. Our entire house smelled of spoiled milk from all the spit up (“Spit up” doesn’t do it justice, it was projectile vomit and it was everywhere!). It was not the best of times. I was using this blog as a way to highlight the positive things in life and I’m sure that’s one of the reasons why this didn’t make the cut.
But here it is, in it’s unaltered form (though it’s hard to suppress the urge to re-write it) complete with a picture of little Ivy!
It’s been a long week! To begin with, check out the If You think YOU had a bad day post then keep that picture in your mind, and if you can imagine a sound to go with it that will help set the stage as well. Needless to say, Clara has had a rough week, which means that I have had a rough week, which means Ivy has had a rough week, which you guessed it means John’s week was rough too. Don’t forget to add rain and cold to the mix as well!
But lets talk about Ivy and I. Monday and Tuesday, Clara yelled, I took care of her, Ivy got less attention, Ivy was very good. Wednesday came along, Clara yelled, I took care of her, Ivy got less attention, Ivy wasn’t so good. Thursday came along, Clara yelled a bit less, I took care of her, while making a huge effort to spend more time with Ivy. The result Ivy and I are only sort of on speaking terms tonight.
Today we, did chores together, play-doh, felt board, books, cleaned together. Finally after the sun came out this afternoon she went out to play by herself. She brought me in some flowers and I asked to take a picture of them because while she was out there it looked like she wrestled with the sidewalk chalk. I got this picture.
So sweet…
…or not.
This is Ivy’s shut down mode. It is her passive refusal to do absolutely anything, where she closes her eyes and turns into a limp noodle. Oh sure, she looks all sweet and innocent, but I think that is some sort of latent survival instinct kicking in. Without the innocent look, I’d be down to just one screaming child!
Empty Threats
After threatening to stay up all night if one of her sisters couldn’t sleep with her in her room, Ivy then told me that I had to let her get up and color or she wouldn’t be able to stay up all night.
Nice try girl.
Nice try.
In other news: Jane told me she couldn’t go to sleep because the trees were cold.
Then Jane told me she desperately needed yet another sip of water for her parched throat that was possibly, but not likely, dry from the enormous amount of talking and yelling she had been doing or there would be no way she could ever fall asleep. Or at least I’m sure that’s what, when translated out of two year old speak, she was attempting to convey.
I said, “No.”
I said, “You’ve already had enough water.”
I said, “You have to go to sleep now!”
Then she whined and complained and got out of bed and caused general havoc while making noises at decibels that were without a doubt contributing to the aforementioned parched throat as well as threatening to wake her siblings.
I said, “OK! FINE! I’m getting the water.”
*sigh*
Nice try Mom.
Nice try.
They Needed Storm
Yesterday the girls and I cooked a pudgy pie dinner over the fire in the orchard while I continued the after pruning clean up. Things were going swimmingly, (I was the only one who burned herself) and then the marshmallows came out and we discovered a problem.
They couldn’t find a marshmallow stick. 
Let me just repeat myself. We were standing amongst 32 fruit trees that had just been pruned. I was sorting the branches into different piles, ones that were fire wood sized and ones with everything smaller. Small and large piles of brush were everywhere.
And my children, the ones I like to think are above average on all counts, could not find an appropriate sized stick with which to roast a marshmallow.
Their first sticks were short enough to be laughable under any circumstances. But look carefully at the photo below and you can see not only their very short sticks but also the giant pile of branches stacked right behind them.
Ivy attempted to convince me to cut one of my firewood logs a bit shorter for her to use for her next stick – I refused. Though I think my cousin was right when he said I should have. Just so I could have seen her try and smash her marshmallow on the end of a three inch log.
I took pity on them and sent them to a brush pile.
They still couldn’t find a stick.
It took bit more wandering in the orchard-turned-brush-maze and another hint or two from me before they came back with sticks even Jane could use.
It’s a good things spring is here, I think winter may have rotted the girls brains and we’ve got some learning to do.
Next lesson: How to find a rock…
You Know Your Kid Spends Too Much Time With The Dog When…
… they start sleeping in the same unusual position.
While Storms preferred sleeping arrangement is upside down in a recliner I’m pretty sure this was the first time Clara slept in one. Perhaps after watching Storm sleep that way so often she just though that was how it was done?
Sadly for Storm her favorite recliner didn’t make the move to the new house so she’s had to adapt her favorite sleeping position for the couch.
I’d say she’s made the adjustment flawlessly!
My Helpers
Sometimes they help…
…and sometimes they “help”.
Who?!?
Ivy, as usual, was the informer – “MOM, there is pee on the carpet” (Of course it was the carpet, it’s always the carpet)
Clara, predictably, denied all knowledge of anything.
Jane when questioned, following her older sisters teachings, blamed someone else: “It was the snowman.”
Me: “What did the snowman do?”
Jane: “It peed”
I was not about to take that info at face value.
In addition to the fact that I’ve never seen a peeing snowman this information was coming from the same girl who earlier told me that, “Dad going to shoot winter.” Jane is not the most reliable source in the household.
But, as I cleaned up the puddle, I started thinking.
I knew the cats were locked in a different bedroom.
The older girls claimed innocence that I had no reason to doubt.
Jane, a much more likely culprit, was wearing a diaper and she only knows how to get them off on her own not put them back on.
The dogs were outside.
John was outside.
I was sure I hadn’t done it…
So, who am I to doubt my little girl. Maybe Jane was right, maybe it was the snowman.
And, if there was indeed a peeing snowman in the house, of course he peed on the carpet – it’s always the carpet.
The New Keyhole
In our old house there was a door to a bedroom that, at some point before we arrived, had it’s doorknob changed to one of a different style. The “fix” left behind a small circular hole that was fantastic for checking on sleeping, or potentially sleeping, kids. As an added bonus every so often I was presented with some cute photo opportunities.
This house, however, has nice sound doors with door hardware attached as it was meant to be and no gaping holes.
A feature that, I will admit, disappointed me far more than a woman should be disappointed when looking at nice hole free doors in her nice new house. But then I noticed that some of the doors do have old fashioned keyholes in them.
And if I line it up just right…
…I can still catch a glimpse of what is happening inside.
Behind the Willows 