Bubbles!

Lately, I've been trying to think of ways to be a better mom. You know, things like - "To heck with the laundry kids, let's play." Or "No, I don't mind if you don't want to eat the dinner I just spent 2 hours making. You are excused!"

And so I've made the leap from your "every day ordinary good mom" to "mother extordinaire". Want to know my little secret?

Bubbles!

A homemade bubbles solution that is. I know what you're thinking (or at least what my, dare I say evil?, twin is thinking). "I've been making my own bubbles solution for years ." Yes, I know that. But do you make bubbles that don't pop?

Ok, neither did I. But that was the plan. Hence all the research that went into my bubble making solution. And the reason I dumped glycerin into it (which I couldn't find at walmart and had to ask the pharmacist for help who then asked me if I needed it for laxative purposes....I forged ahead). Which is the real reason I have graduated to Best Mom Ever status.

But alas, there are some things that are too good to be true. I followed the recipe exactly......after dividing it by 5 and converting tablespoons to ounces, and gallons to tablespoons and, ok you get the idea. My point is there could possibly have been conversion mistakes made - even with using my 1997 texas instrument t-83 calculator.


Anyway, here we are just starting our bubble blowing fun.




Abby blowing a big bubble with babies in the middle!

Now here's where the real fun begins. Because I have just promoted myself for Mother of the Year Award I thought it only fitting that I demonstrate how to make the biggest bubbles ever. Here I am concentrating. In case you were wondering, a certain amount of skill is necessary when using a gun to blow bubbles. Abby is now the photographer.



Here I am realizing just how fun bubbles can be.

And the fun continues! For me anyway. Notice thatBrooklyn is in the background and could care less that I have found my second childhood. And for the record I am not posing. My face is just doing that on it's own.

Abby decides to get up close and personal - without me knowing.

It's truly enlightening to allow your 6 year old to take pictures of you with reckless abandon. I'm pretty sure we won't be doing that again......

I finally took a look at what kind of pictures we were producing and took the camera back.

And what were Brook and Jace doing while Abby and I were having so much fun? Well, Jace was trying to figure out how spill our new "no spill" bubbles container.

And Brooklyn was building a nest.

And because of our afternoon of fun I didn't have time to make dinner. So we ate at Quiznos. (I am pretty sure that doesn't affect Mother of the Year Award.)

Off to School

We had a power failure last night. My alarm clock doesn't have batteries. Imagine my dismay when Darren woke me up at 2:30 am to tell me it was, in fact, not the middle of the night but was actually time to get up......6:50am.

Anyway, I squeezed my eyes shut for a second and popped them open to see my little Jace coming to snuggle. Which by the way, for those of you who remember my last post about Jace and snuggling (or not snuggling), I'm happy to report a repentant little guy who has definitely come around to the warm embrace of his mother's love:) I guess he read my post and took offense! Or maybe he just finally figured it was easier to succumb rather than fight my hugs and kisses. Either way, no complaints here.

So back to my point. Jace and I snuggled a few minutes too long which meant that Abby was left to get ready for school - alone. Which is not a very good idea. And had my clock not been flashing 2:34 I would have recognized that I needed to get out of bed and hurry my day-dreamer along. But as it was, I had cuddled away precious minutes. So began my "You need to hurry, Abby" mantra.

So Abby was hurrying as fast as Abby can hurry when from the bedroom I hear "Well, he**, I can't even find a shirt to wear."

My head snapped up and my peanut-butter sandwich making stopped. Did my foggy morning brain just hear what I thought it heard? Surely, not. Possibly this was just a rhyming game? And those two words just happened to form a sentence? I listened more closely.

Gasp! There it was again! Where had she heard this? I'm pretty sure Max and Ruby didn't use language like this. I had no choice but to address the issue. Hopefully it wouldn't take longer than 15 seconds otherwise I could plan on seeing the school principal in my pajamas during drop-off.

"Uh, Abby. What did you say?"

"I said I couldn't find a shirt to wear."

"I'm talking about the words before that."

"Oh." Pause. "Is that a bad word?" She stared at me with big round eyes. I stared back with my stern mother look - but not too stern - and nodded my head.

"Sorry, Momma. I didn't know." * Hopefully that will take care of the problem - until she hears some little "Jimmy" swearing up a storm at recess one day using words she's never heard before....