We have been doing a lot around our home.
Like, a whole lot.
New furniture, reorganization, decorating… really making it ours. Somewhere where we are comfortable. Where there are pieces that we love. Pieces that we have found together or that fit into spaces that we have created together.
We even sanded and painted to pull things together in a specific corner of the living room. Whoa.
One thing that we found and loved was this big clock. We did some spontaneous shopping the other night and didn’t hesitate for a second when we found it. This weekend, we hung it.
That TV? It is huge and heavy. Hanging that bad boy was very awkward. It required two perfectly placed nails, which resulted in 4 or 5 less perfectly placed holes in the wall.
We got it perfect. Then? Then we noticed. It was not, in fact, perfect.
Yep, it was off center. Slightly further to the right than it should have been.
What did we do, you ask? Well, it couldn’t stay that way because it would bother us every single day.
So… we moved the furniture. Two large bookshelves and the huge TV moved a few inches to the right.
Anyone else have any silly (aka brilliant) fixes for house stuff?
It probably comes to no surprise to any of my readers that we love sushi around here.
The other night, we had a hankerin’. So off we went.
Hope everyone had a great weekend!
I’ve written before about my dream of Lilly and Zac remaining close and counting on each other as they grow up. Today, I saw a beautiful glimpse of that.
They eat breakfast while I continue working on getting ready to get out the door. Today, they were eating and talking and I was in and out between my bedroom and the kitchen.
Eating pancakes and bacon, by the way. On a Wednesday, thankyouverymuch.
(I share that because weekday breakfasts are more typically cereal and fruit, and at times a waffle in the car. So, today was a success.)
In my bedroom, I heard them talking. As I walked out, I heard Lilly telling Zac “that’s the ‘F’ word.”
Turns out, Lilly had learned at school about the F word. Not the actual word, mind you. She learned that sticking out her middle finger (actually, she told me it was her ring finger. I didn’t correct her) meant the F word. There is no actual word, just the finger. She knew nothing about it except for that she wasn’t supposed to do it.
We talked about it, together. How it’s not something that we do, how it means calling someone a really really bad name, etc. I said something along the lines of “thank you for telling me about that, I’m glad we could talk about it.”
And I realized, she hadn’t told me about it. She told her brother, and I happened to overhear it.
What got me, is that she was sitting telling Zac all about it. Hadn’t mentioned it to me or to Mike while talking about their day over dinner the night before. I don’t think she was hiding anything, she just didn’t think about it. Regardless, I picture them growing up together, telling each other things that maybe they don’t think to tell us. Or, importantly, maybe they don’t want to tell us.
I want to believe that both kids will know that they can always come and talk to me about anything. Or Mike. Or their dad. Or their grandparents. Aunts and uncles… They have so many adults in their lives that they can rely on and who love them so incredibly much.
They may not always want to tell us things. And I want them to tell each other.
(And then I want the other to come and tell us, but that’s another story)
When the world is scary, or confusing, or they feel alone, I hope they always lean on each other with the kind of trust and love and confidence that is unique to siblings.
My goodness I love these two.
Just some Easter pics as well, since the kids clean up nicely and all.
After Coronado Island, we were ready to head to Disneyland!
We were planning to leave early Monday morning, but due to the food poisoning incident, we couldn’t. My folks and my sister and Stevie took care of the kids while Mike and I attempted to recover. We ended up leaving early that afternoon, making our first day a wash. I quick call to the hotel to reserve an extra night solved that issue, and the kids were so understanding (while being understandably disappointed).
But enough about that. We had a blast! 4 nights in a beautiful room with bunk beds for the kids, and 3 days in the park itself! We got through pretty much everything we wanted to. We ate tons of great food. We saw characters.
Lilly’s favorite ride was The Hunted Mansion
Zac’s favorite ride was Spash Mountain.
There is simply no way to go through every single picture, but here are some highlights.
Yep, that whole pile of pictures were the “highlights.”
We had an amazing time. I truly think 4 and 6 are amazing ages for Disneyland. It’s not something we’ll do every single year, but it’s a trip that I can confidently say we will look back on with smiles for many, many years to come.
Just don’t get me started on the 9+ hours it took us to drive home…