Showing posts with label summertime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summertime. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

untold stories: the watermelon

half-way through the clean-up
true story.
july 2010 - it had been a long exhasting day that included the grocery store. the boys were 6, 4, and 2 then, so they were just about the right age to drive me completely batty when in public. we were living in travis' parents rental home while anxiously planning out a hopeful near future: a campaign for county prosecutor and a fourth baby. so, tensions were high. and let me just tell you a thing about that place: although that house is beautiful and the land is gorgeous (like, magazine-pretty), it is not really set up for children. The floor plan is kind of wonky since it was built in three seperate sections, the first, a rustic room built entirely of logs, rumored to be posey county's very first post office. there are no hallways, just rooms that lead into the next. the kitchen and eat-in dining area, right off the log room, is big: tall ceilings and a built in corner pantry, it is actually quite lovely, or will be when renovations are done.  inside the kitchen is a  crazy-steep open wood staircase that descends into a tile floor in the basement that has cedar woods walls, which served as the boys playroom.

and that is really where the heart of this story takes place.

july, in the midwest, is synonomous with: THE BEST WATERMELON ON EARTH. and on my way home from the grocery store, i had stopped at a road-side market and paid $5 for a monster watermelon that had me and the boys licking our lips all the way home and me answering questions about it: "yes, we will cut it up before dinner. yes, you can have some. no, triston doesn't get the whole thing"

when we finally arrived, i lugged all the groceries in the house while the boys played in the front. as i started putting stuff away, i rolled that watermelon to where the pantry is and let it settle right there on the cold tile floor. mistake # 1 - it was right in front of the staircase.

after my job was done, i yelled for the boys and they came inside for an afternoon movie while i caught up on some laundry (which is also located in the basement) and got some peace and quite. mistake # 2 - i left them unchaperoned. mistake # 3 - i actually thought i could have peace and quite with young boys in my house.

as i was busy sorting and folding, i heard something hard bouncing down the wood steps. i started for the door to reprimand the culprit because we had told them to be careful on the new hardwood floors that were only a couple years old.

but....there was no reprimanding. i watched our giant watermelon flop out onto the tile floor and literally explode before my eyes. it was on the ceiling. it was on the walls. some part of that watermelon covered every square tile on that floor. i stood there, shocked, not believing what my eyes were actually seeing and THEN i saw a little head peek around the corner of the doorway, just the top of his head and his eyes.

"jjjjjaaaaaaccccCCCCKKKSSSSSOOOOONNNN!" i started in, but couldn't even finish it. i had no words. my mishievious child had struck again and there was nothing i could do except start cleaning it up. and cry. i actually started crying!

"mom. i'm sorry. mom, i didn't do it on purpose. mom. mom, are you mad at me?" with wide eyes he  peppered me with questions that i didn't even answer. bryce and jackson came to see what had happened and started hooting and hollering. i think triston even tried to chase jackson down because he saw that i was upset. i secured all the boys in the living room upstairs, got a broom and paper towels and every cleaner i had in the house and started the massive clean-up. half-way through, i thought to grab my camera. i needed proof that this actually happened.

the clean-up actually only took about an hour. i picked up all the big pieces and put them in a trashbag, then swept up everything else. i picked pieces off the walls and wiped down all the toys that were covered in juice and watermelon matter. once only the juice was left on the floor, i used a whole roll of paper towels to soak it all up. then i had to just mop it - 3 times.

i am pretty sure this event shaped my current chocolate addiction. once it was completely cleaned up and things were back to normal, like my freaking blood pressure, i was able to actually look at my kids again.

but i didn't buy another watermelon for the rest of the summer.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

A Bubbly Time.

I've tried to keep a schedule for the kids this summer. A schedule for the kids = pretty much no time left over, but they are happier, which makes me happier so it works out. Except for the 4 huge books sitting on my desk that I am pining to read. Luckily the library keeps letting me renew them. 


Anyway, during the "craft time" hour of our schedule I've tried to come up with things boys like to do. Because hello! Not one of my boys like to make paper-towel butterflies or tissue-paper fourth of July wreaths like I thought they would.

So one day we made homemade bubble solution, which is both messy and glorious for a house full of the male kind. We fashioned wands out of pipe cleaners and started dipping.

I can't for the life of me find the link to the blog post we originally saw the recipe on. But a quick google search will get you where you need to go. Apparently there are hundreds of cool moms out there that have all sorts of original ideas (I am not one of them). FYI: We used a recipe that called for karo syrup.

Anyone else excited to celebrate our nation's birthday coming up?!

Oh. Man.

It's my favorite holiday. I love teaching our boys about the valiant efforts of our forefathers and all the soldiers that fought for our Independence. Hopefully, they'll grow to love our nation as much as I do.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Keeping It Fresh

towards the end of may, i was secretly d r e a d i n g summer break. and not because triston was going to be home for the summer, but that i was going to have four home for the summer and sometimes they can become this entity of chaos if i don't have all my time organized. which, i seldom do. and i don't care what anyone says about the fourth baby just fitting right is hard.

but we've been keeping busy with some fun ideas and summer has turned out to be really fun so far. my kids like to help in the kitchen, so some of our fun ideas have to do with food. (which is the best kind of fun idea, right?)
we made these sandwiches for lunch last week. i call it the 'greastest pb & j you'll ever eat', and that is exactly what it would be listed as if i ever owned my own place. i toasted the bread with *real* butter in the skillet and then slathered peanut butter on one side, strawberry preserves on the other and topped it with thinly sliced strawberries. once the sandwich was put together, i sprinkled powdered sugar on top.

holey moley, it was good. the boys loved it and gave me praises like 'i'm the best mom' and so on.

today, we're doing it again. except i'm calling it a pb & b. peanut butter and banana (with honey). it will be a nice treat from helping me in the garden.

(they don't know that part yet, though)

Saturday, July 11, 2009

A Treat For the Ride Home


I live 6 miles off a highway in the middle of a valley. For those who know Indiana, it's a pretty flat spanse of land--cornfields as far as the eye can see. Where I live, I too see cornfields, but placed between two mountainous hills that stretch for miles. It is Brown County, isn't that what it's known for?

The road I live on is windy (as in wine-dee). Although houses run along the road, it is a lonely ride home--especially at night. In one area, there are no houses. Only a field, the tree line, and black outlines of the hills up against the midnight blue sky. (You better believe that for the first several months I lived out here, I was high-tailing it at this point. I mean, Big Foot or some crazed hillbillies could have stepped out of the dense woods at any moment.) But, then the seasons changed. Once a dreaded area, for me, has become a treat. If I am coming home in the evening, usually from work on the weekend, it is about dusk and the sky is lit up like glitter.

Fireflies. Thousands of them. They just hover, in this area, right above the stalks and twinkle. I sometimes wonder if the fireflies are there just for me. I have come to look forward to my drive home in the country. It kind of tops off my night, if you will. And hey, isn't that what it's all about? Finding joy in those small and simple things? Even something like fireflies? Yes. I think it's a pretty good start anyways.

P.S. Do you love these shoes as much as I?
I'm in love. But, I'm sensible. I would end up not wearing them--you know how I love my tennies. And for 120 dolla, you better believe my husband would make me wear them to scrub the toilets.

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