Promise me that nobody will hold it against me if there is a huge blizzard next week. Please?
Because I'm about to proclaim that spring is finally here!
Could it be?
Is it really so?
The mountains of snow have been reduced to sloshy remnants and muddy reminders of what will forever be known as The Snowiest Winter Ever.
The winter of my discontent has come to an end. Literally and figuratively.
Yesterday was the first gloriously sunny, warm day that I can remember in what feels like years. I woke early and dressed the children for church. The day just felt good from the beginning. And it almost was all good. Almost...
My sister-in-law and her family joined us in church. We enjoyed most of the service until the girls became fidgety and the babies were hot. This meant everyone climbed out of the stroller and wanted to sit on laps which meant fighting over which kid was on which lap. Rick (my brother-in-law) took David, Matthew, and Joshua upstairs to the balcony. Jessie and I held babies and kept the girls occupied until they were no longer able to sit still. With 5 minutes left in the service, we bailed. We did have a great fellowship time after the service ended and I was happier than I've been in a long time.After church I grabbed David and took him with me to Target. He sat in the van with the kids while I ran in to grab some things for Jason's care package and to reward myself with an iced coffee from Starbucks. This was my first iced coffee since last summer and it was magical. It means that warmer weather is here. It means sunshine and happiness and all being right with the world.
Once we returned home I decided to clean out my garage. After all, the movers will be here 3 weeks from today (yikes!!!) and I'm still not unpacked from the last move. My garage looked like a moving truck had thrown up all over it. Boxes everywhere, some empty, some full. I wish I could say that I finished it, but hey, I have 6 kids so nothing gets done in one day.
The kids all enjoyed dragging out every outdoor toy that we own. Matthew took the twins (I never call them that but it seemed easier than saying "the girls" and "the babies") for rides in the Choo Choo wagon. I pulled out a pack & play and let the babies have a snack in the shade and throw balls all over one of the last piles of snow in our front yard. Joshua rode his bike and Matthew played basketball. David washed my van. I listened to music and cleaned. It was awesome!
I was just starting to squirt some WD-40 on the wheels of "The Beast" when David started yelling that he was stuck. And yes, stuck he was. Inside a toy car.
This 14-year old man-child tried to sit in the toy car and his butt became wedged between the steering wheel and the seat. The more he pulled the more stuck he became. He grabbed my hands and pulled himself up to a standing position and this is what happened.
He spent about 10 minutes with his rear end in a Little Tikes Cozy Coupe. And I just about died laughing.
It's the little things in life, right?