Save the Date

My fellow Americans.  Friends, family, neighbors and lovely strangers.  Remember this day.  For this day will live on in my memory.  Forever.

Dust off your journals.  Update your status. So when your grandkids ask you, "Do you remember where you were that day?"  You'll be able to say, yes.  Yes I do.  

You'll always remember where you were the day all the laundry in my house was washed, folded and put away.

 And now, moving on to more pleasant tasks.  Deciding which flavor Dreyer's bar to eat first.

  And speaking of accomplishments, my youngest brother, the baby of our family graduated from high school yesterday.  The 6th and last child in my family to graduate from the same high school.  He also did something extra kudos-like.  He received an Academic All-State award in four sports.  The only person in the history of the world ever to achieve such an honor.

Oh, I've just been handed a bulletin.  Correction:  the only person in the history of South Summit High School to ever win the award in 4 sports.  Still cool.

Bravo little brother.  Your ever-expanding sister is quite proud of you.

Chris and the babies are missing from this family shot.  He graciously offered to stay home with them.  Graduation was outside, in a stadium, in the mountains.  Mix that with our three, and it's a recipe for missing the entire thing because the kids are running up and down bleacher stairs, while possibly, inadvertently wiping their dripping noses (from the cold mountain air) on the nice folks that came to watch Johnny get his diploma.  Let's be honest, do I look like I'm in any condition to go up and down stairs?!?

You have to pick your events sometimes.

What is your biggest accomplishment of the week?

I Give The Subject of Laundry Way Too Much Attention

You may or may not have picked up on the fact that I reeeaallllly dislike doing laundry.  Instead of doing it, I'm posting about it.  Totally logical, right?

If you have never seen What About Bob, (I'm not sure we can be friends, first of all) then I highly recommend you put it in your queue.  It's a classic.  Chris and I are constantly telling each other we need a vacation...from our problems!

This clip helps me explain how I feel about laundry.  Pretend I'm Dr. Leo Marvin (Richard Dreyfuss).  Bob is my laundry.

You think the laundry is done!  That's the whole point! 
IT'S NEVER DONE!!!  

happy thursday.

Dancing, Wrestling and (not really) Folding Clothes

Sifting through pictures today, I came across this little gem from a few weeks ago...

Sunny was having a particularly hard afternoon, and did not want to sit in her seat while I was getting lunch ready.  She (loudly) let everyone know.  

Apparently, Gabe had enough of the crying.  I laughed so hard when I turned around and saw his little hands over his ears and Sunshine's face so..distraught.  Thank goodness I had my phone on the counter so I could capture this moment.   I had an aunt tell me recently that documenting tantrums for future "yes you did" moments was not a bad idea.

But, like God intended, there is opposition in all things.  Like today, when I turned on some music and attempted to fold the unconquerable mountain of laundry on my couch, my kids came in and started dancing.  

Sunny and Christian were shaking and bobbing their tiny little bums to some Zac Brown Band song.  Gabe was in the corner with one of his trucks.  I asked if he wanted to come dance with his brother and sister.

He popped up, ran over and wrapped his arms around Sunny and started swaying with her.  She laughed with delight.  So for the next couple minutes, they would wrap up and sway until they fell down, then hop up and do it again.  It was one of the sweetest things I've ever seen.  (Of course I didn't capture this moment.  I've been plotting how I can re-create it ever since.)

Christian decided whatever they were doing looked fun.  So the boys took their turn "dancing," which somehow turned into tackling one another.  Sunny kept dancing solo, bending her tiny knees and bouncing up and down while her brothers wrestled near her feet.      

I didn't finish the laundry.  In fact, some days I'm glad it's not my top priority. (Ok, let's be honest, it's NEVER my top priority.)  My three monkeys dancing and wrestling with each other was something that I needed to take in and remember.  Every second of it.  The laundry will always be there.  They, however, will not be 2 years and 2 months forever.  

Time ticks so fast.  I would rather fill my memory with these moments than the harried worry of laundry piles on my couch.  Which, consequently, are still there.  

Maybe we'll have another dance and fold party tomorrow.  I'll be sure to have the camera handy this time.