I’m organizing a riot down at Comcast’s headquarters – who’s in?! 

We have been without internet for two weeks now and it’s killing me!  I never realized how much I use the internet, but I also never knew how much time I spent on it either.  I’m really enjoying the extra family time!  Tomorrow a fourth moron technician will grace us with their presence and try to fix our internet issues, in the meantime I’m hanging at Rachel’s trying to get some work done.  I’ll let you know when we’re up!

One thing that came and went without a blog post was Noah’s 3rd birthday!  His birthday was on the 21st and it was a happy one!  The Saturday before we celebrated at home with a small gathering of family which was fun and without incident.  The last time we celebrated at home, which was his first birthday, I lit the kitchen on fire!  On his actual birthday, Walter took the day off and we played with friends.  We went out to breakfast, played at Busy Bee Kidz, went out to lunch and Rita’s, then to a waterpark, then out to dinner.  It was a jam packed day and no one napped.  Everyone was able to stay in a great mood through it all and both kids were sound asleep before we pulled into the driveway that night.  It was a lot of fun and I hope to share pictures soon.

In the meantime I have a few from the park and a poem that will always remind me of “my Noah”.

I am your parent you are my child
I am your quiet place, you are my wild
I am your calm face, you are my giggle
I am your wait, you are my wiggle
I am your audience, you are my clown
I am your London Bridge, you are my falling down
I am your Carrot Sticks, you are my licorice
I am your dandelion, you are my first wish
I am your water wings, you are my deep
I am your open arms, you are my running leap
I am your way home, you are my new path
I am your dry towel, you are my wet bath
I am your dinner you are my chocolate cake
I am your bedtime, you are my wide awake
I am your finish line, you are my race
I am your praying hands, you are my saving grace
I am your favorite book, you are my new lines
I am your nightlight, you are my sunshine
I am your lullaby, you are my peek-a-boo
I am your kiss goodnight, you are my I love you

Our little monkey is growing up so fast!  It seems like just yesterday we were sharing the news of my pregnancy with him.  Although he has yet to get past the “terrible twos” he’s on the verge of potty training, he’s very independent, a stubborn little man, a self dresser (sorry fashion police), a big brother, a toy stealer, and the light of our lives.  He is such a character and although he often drives me mad I love him with all my heart!  Happy birthday Noah Schmoah!

Why are there only 24 hours in each day?  We seem to have so much to do and so little time.  I’ve never had so much laundry, housework, dishes and now business to take care of – oh, and these kids are cutting into the schedule as well with playdates, birthday parties and summer fun.  Because we’ve been so busy I have a ton to blog but as I’m sure you’ve noticed that has fallen to the bottom of the priority list.  While I play catch up, know that we are all well, that we just celebrated the best Mother’s Day and the kids are growing like weeds!

Here are some photos from our first attempt at dying Easter eggs.  My God, I don’t know how our parents did it for so many years!  It’s such a happy memory for me but either the kids aren’t old enough, coordinated enough, or interested enough.  It sure was a learning experience for us all.

Lesson one – a plastic table on a tile floor in the middle of nothingness is still not enough space to keep food coloring from finding it’s way to every stain hungry fabric in the house.

Lesson two – the colored dye is supposed to go in the corresponding colored cup.  My bad.

Lesson three – that little wire hook thing that holds the eggs, well, it’s not nearly strong or sturdy enough for three year old hands.

Lesson four – my son has no interest in coloring Easter eggs but his (Jewish) friend Ayla thinks it’s a pretty cool tradition even if she doesn’t understand that gentle and eggs belong in the same sentence.

Lesson five – my son will always like the stickers best in any project we ever do.

Lesson six – given the opportunity, my son will put stickers on ANYTHING, including other stickers and furniture.  He gets that from Walter (don’t ask)!

Lesson seven – I’ve either lost my skill and talent for coloring Easter eggs or my standards were much lower as a child.  I remember how beautiful they were when we were little and these look, well, like three year olds did them; sadly that’s really not the case.

Ta da!

Lesson eight – no matter how ugly an Easter egg, they make delicious deviled eggs.  Is it me or is there something really wrong about making Easter eggs into deviled eggs?