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.)