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seriously.
Oh Man. After this morning’s Bible study, I had a small window of time to get back to our house, grab a quick lunch for everyone (and by “grab” I mean “Mommy has to assemble”) and get everyone back in the car and headed in the opposite direction to the afternoon’s art lessons. It was raining. Time was limited. I had five children with me. I knew it was a recipe for disaster. But I had no idea how violently it would all break down. The kids got corralled in, stepping in each puddle and muddy inch in the yard and splash their wet selves across the sun room floor.…
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Constant
Really, this post is about chaos. And I think the photo demonstrates that fairly well. And it’s funny. And Leanne said she will only read my posts if they are accompanied by a photo. Our house is lived in. It’s comfortable. And we like that. But comfortable can ooze into cluttered faster than Bergen can ride a bike down a hill. And cluttered can morph into chaos with a speed faster than Riley’s fingers can text. Last weekend Kevin and I looked around our home. And it looked like chaos had settled in. I was tired of messy children’s rooms where a child could not play with any particular item…
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Normal
Yesterday was just a normal day at the Keigley household. If you consider this normal: 7 something a.m. – In the shower. Riley enters the bathroom. I don’t recall any sound of someone knocking. She’s on the phone with her tutor and wants to know if we can change that morning’s tutoring session to an hour later. I think an hour later is a great idea. 7 something a.m. – I am exiting the shower. Towel wrapped around my body. London sheepishly enters the room holding a used diaper. I smell poop. Naturally, I am suspicious. Apparently London tried to “help” the family cause and attempted to change Finn’s diaper…
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The Wise Finnian
This little girl may be a genius. Or not. But I probably owe her a positive post since the last time that I wrote about her I think I may have mentioned the word “terrible” and dwelt heavily upon her tiny child misbehavior. At any rate, I think we all know there are many sides to every person. So why would a two foot tall person be any different? We think she is learning the ropes awfully fast. Of all the Keigley children, perhaps even including Riley, Piper Finn is the only one not at all afraid of Magnus. (The dog that is beginning to make me question my judgement.)…
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By The Numbers
3 – Number of meals I prepared, consumed and cleaned up 5 – Number of small people who were bathed by me 39 – Number of tiny sunflower seed kernels that Mosely spilled when she dropped the container she was holding while trying to illegally climb up onto the counter 16 – Number of ears of corn that were shucked this afternoon 6 – Number of blood curdling screams that Mosely released after falling/scraping her elbow/ being splashed by hot corn cooking water/ being chased by Magnus/ not being able to open the door from the outside when her hands were full of dog food bowls/ expressing her displeasure at…
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Last Night
This photograph was taken last night at 10:22 p.m. Wilder was crying. Bergen popped out of his room (note the time again, please) to see what the dishwasher was doing and to offer his four year old assistance. The cell phone was beeping to let me know a text was arriving. The oven timer was screeching telling me the blueberry muffins were ready. All of the laundry in our home was clean in anticipation of our Virginia journey. (Please acknowledge with me the miracle that this feat is.) There was not even one dirty towel to soak up this mess. I think using clean towels and having to do another…
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Maybe
So maybe I just didn’t keep up with laundry as well as I should have this week. And so maybe Piper Finnian is wearing the pajamas that she wore last night, because they were conveniently lying beside her bed where I conveniently dropped them (I mean wisely placed them) this morning. And so maybe Bergen just went to bed wearing swim trunks and a t-shirt. And maybe Mosely went to bed wearing Bergen’s Batman underoos, Bergen’s almost-too-small-for-her running pants and Bergen’s little boy white undershirt. And so maybe London is sporting a more classic pair of Bergen’s underwear – the whitey-tighties. Maybe tomorrow I’ll do some laundry. Or maybe not.…
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In Case You Were Wondering
This is Piper. Someone, we can only assume it was a person under four feet tall, gave this not-yet-two-year-old an open box of Cheerios to look at during breakfast. I had to use the restroom during our breakfast. Silly me. Why can’t I just plan a little better? (And why does every bad/mischievous/injurious/disobedient/dangerous event occur while I am trying to spend two and a half minutes using the restroom anyway?!) I returned just in time to hear the sound of Cheerios cascading from the box to the table, to the floor, to the tiny space between the table leaf. Before I could clean up the mayhem, I heard Otto Fox…
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I’m Not Making This Up
Today . . . . . Piper wore a tiny, tiny ponytail in her hair – Pebbles-style. It was unnecessary. But it was cute. Bergen came running into the house this morning carrying a dead bird. “Hey, Mom – I found a dead bird,” he announced. This was also unnecessary. And not cute. Riley had to receive five shots at the public health department for her upcoming adventure to Kenya. The facility was ugly, windowless and depressing. The nurse acted as if the two of us had single-handedly, purposefully set out to ruin her day. I hope if our government ever decides to choose universal health care they can figure…
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This is My Day
Everyone was playing happily outside. It was so nice and quiet inside. I should have known better. After all these years and all these kids . . . . I should have known better.
