Ahh! I daknow. F-R-what? Can you spell it again?
That's usually the way it is around our house. Whenever I try to secretize--oh, I like that word--something for Mr. Marvelous while in front of the children, I spell it out. But 99% of the time he ends up saying it outloud himself or not getting it and having me respell, then respell it again thus leading me to just saying it outloud.
But it's Friday, ya'll! And we had a great week.
Some final thoughts for Friday are as follows:
We went to a fabulous fun filled Apple Orchard today. Near the end of our visit, I seated the children down with some apples. It appears as though the apples had a little kick to them, so the little girls thought. And if I hadn't reserved this afternoon for scrubbing the double stroller for our excursion tomorrow, we'd head right back there for more afternoon fun.
Tomorrow, we're all traveling 2 hours to the much missed and loved big city that we moved from just 2 years ago next month. Mr. Marvelous' cousin is getting married and we'll all be attending the wedding and reception after.
The children and I have been going over how to act when seated for an hour in a pew.
They understand there will be no background noise to drown out their squeals, pleads, and disputes. They've all accepted the idea of sitting still instead of crawling under the seated guests around us. The little girls are well aware that they are expected to leave their black patent leather shoes and their bows alone the entire day. And they all seem to be in agreement that they'll help make this a fun and memorable day for us. I sure hope they help make this a fun and memorable day for us.
-----And then, I'm excited to announce that I'm kicking off next week with 4under3's very first contest on Monday. That's right. With prizes, and pictures, and fun...oh my!
I figured: that's the 13th, which is the day before the 14th, which is my dad's birthday, which he'll probably not be celebrating because, well, it's harvest time, and a combine is a farmer's best friend during harvest. So, I'm sure my mom will surprise him by taking out a treat, or something, then ride a few rounds with with him, and then he'll be back at it. I'm just sayin.
What was I sayin?
And before I sign off, please someone tell me how much you love puffy vests! Because, as I was getting dressed this morning, I reached for my hot pink vest to put on over my short sleeved Peace, Love, and Rock & Roll shirt that was over my long sleeved black shirt, and it got me thinking. In the last 5 days, I have wore a vest every day. And I know I'd be wearing one tomorrow if vests were considered wedding attire. There's the burnt orange, the black, and today's hot pink. For me, vests in the fall are like flip flops in the summer.
You think there's a support group out there for conditions like these?
Wedding tomorrow. Pray for us.
Kickoff Contest. M-o-n-d-a-y.
And, that's all I got folks. (Ok, I got way more, but I'll save it.)