But as it turns out, I just keep scraping by with the blogging, barely turning out catch-all posts that have no order, nuance, or theme.
Move over, James Joyce. Stream of consciousness is the name of MY game.
1. We bought chairs.
That's right, chairs. You may be rolling your eyes, but this was an exciting purchase for us. We had four chairs that went with this table when we bought it used from someone a few years ago, and slowly each chair has broken beyond repair. Dan has re-nailed, re wood-glued, re-done everything possible to fix the chairs, but sitting down in at least 3 of them became a game of Russian Butt Roulette. We had two that were totally broken and useless, one that was a designated "kid-only" chair, and then one that I could sometimes sit in if I tuned out the creaking and groaning from the seat underneath me anytime I took a deep breath.
It was scary.
So how would we sit for meals? Depends. We have an office chair in another room we would roll in sometimes. We have an old camping chair that we would bring in for special occasions. Dan became really accustomed to eating while leaning against a wall or a counter. He's a good sport. My growing pregnant belly relegated me to another room altogether because the living room couch proved much more comfortable.
Gwen would get sad every time I left. "Mom, I'll let you sit in the GOOD chair if you stay with us!!!"
I mean, that is so pathetic.
So why didn't we just buy new chairs? We had this ongoing debate forever because we know we are moving eventually and I want a completely new kitchen set. So I just kinda wanted to wait. Because our current kitchen is teeny tiny and only really fits a tiny table, and I want to buy a bigger set that fits a much larger space.
But then we received news that we are not moving for awhile. And my brother Steve and his family were coming for their spring break.
And all of a sudden, I felt the need to prove that we are real adults who sit on real chairs anytime we want!
Unless they read this.
2. Steve and Sarah come.
Speaking of, Steve, Sarah, Josh and Whitney came for their Spring Break. They had a terrible time getting here because of a blizzard in Minneapolis, but they made it. There is nothing my kids love more than visitors (and new chairs!), so they were in heaven the whole time. Gwen cried every time Steve left the room. One day while Steve's crew was in the city, Gwen kept asking me where her best friend Uncle Steve was.
I didn't take a lot of pictures of our time together. We went into the city together Monday, and I came back early because my prego lady back and legs were done. They stayed through Tuesday. Akin to pioneer children, they walked and walked and walked and walked. So Wednesday, they were happy to hang around my house with me and sit on our fancy new chairs and chit chat. Which is my favorite thing.
We tried on each other's glasses.
Here is Whitney wearing Sarah's glasses.
And me wearing Whitney's glasses.
Those girls barely have a prescription. They tried on my glasses and could see into the future.
Whitney let me do her hair, and we got to talk all about seminary, her AP Human Geography class, and she practiced the piano for me because she has a competition coming up. It was so fun.
3. The Missionaries!
Dan and I are ward missionaries, and it is awesome. We have the best missionaries serving in our ward, and that is no lie.
Later in the day, I found this picture on my phone.
I love missionaries.
4. 9 Years.
Dan and I celebrated our 9-year wedding anniversary by him going to Nashville for work and me hanging out with Steve's family. It was SOOO romantic.
Real date being a relative term. We had about an hour to get dinner, and with places being so busy Friday nights, we were trying to think of something quick. Dan did some googling and found a food court type place he thought sounded good. So we looked and looked for it. Only to discover it was really the little deli food court inside of a Shoprite.
Whatever. It's fine. So we loaded up on our garden variety items and bought some cannolis from the bakery. It was actually perfect for our stage of life. Next year is the big TEN years, and Dan is already talking up big what we will do.
Maybe THREE cannolis.
5. St. Patrick's Day.
I'm terrible at St. Patrick's Day, which is a shame because it's a BIG deal here in New Jersey. Everyone is Irish, and everyone goes all out. I try and try but always fail.
This year, though, I at least made green pancakes.
And tried to make our Saturday chore chart more festive.
No one fell for that.
But everyone did wear something green to church Sunday. Which took some thought beforehand, so I am giving myself full points.
No I didn't. I wore a green pre-prego skirt that was just as comfortable as that sounds, and Dan wore his only green tie.
Dan told the kids years ago that green is his favorite color. And it is. But he actually doesn't care about green that much. But since then, anytime there is ANYTHING green, the girls go bonkers over it. "DAD'S FAVORITE COLOR! LET'S BUY THIS FOR DAD!" He often complains to me that the only thing his kids know about his is that he likes green. So all weekend, just to be annoying, I kept commenting to the girls how this was his favorite weekend of the year because he just loves green so much. He was thoroughly annoyed.
I'm good at what I do.
6. Harris gets a haircut.
He's so cute and terrible and cute. All at the same time.
THE END.
I'm so happy about those chairs. I cannot even tell you. They look beautiful and I can't wait to sit in them. Gwen and I will both be happy if you will join us for meals.
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