Five Minutes Peace!

Did your mom ever read you that book "Five Minutes Peace" when you were a kid? Mine did. And I never quite got the message... I thought that mom was a little over dramatic about needing her space-- who wouldn't want to play with their kids all day long?!? Isn't that what moms are for?? Until of course I became a mom, and realized how true that book is! It is without fail that I cannot get FIVE. MINUTES. PEACE.

Even when the kids are perfectly content eating lunch, watching a movie, whatever it may be downstairs, if I try and sneak upstairs unnoticed to check my email they suddenly appear in no less than five minutes. It's like that wherever I go, whatever I'm doing, wherever I'm hiding (yes! sometimes I hide! I admit it!) they sniff me out!!

In fact, 9 times out of 10 I can't even go to the bathroom unaccompanied. If I can't beat them to close the door in time they follow me in and most of the time I just don't have the energy to kick 'em out. This time despite my best efforts to outrun her, Lucy SLAMMED the door back open so hard before I could close it that the door jam literally poked through the door!

It left this GAPING hole on either side. Please tell me someone knows how to fix it?? Since we will be moving in 2 months I'd reeaaally like to get our security deposit back... And I'd like to pee alone. Just once. Sorry, TMI.

Anyway, what's a girl to do? Jon's residency has picked WAY back up in its busy-ness levels, so I've got lots of single mom time. And I craft the loooong lonely nights away! This is my latest block/Cricut project.

I got this mirror for free (it was originally just a plain mirror with a brown frame), and I finally decided to recycle it and make it fit into Lucy's room. After spray painting the frame hot pink, I was trying to get a few stray paint spots off when the whole thing CRACKED down the middle. So my sister suggested gluing ribbon across the crack and nobody would ever be able to tell the difference. What do you think?


And since I've been posting so much about little Luce lately, I decided to throw in a pic or two of this little guy. He's so much fun!! T-R-O-U-B-L-E. But fun. He's talking SO much more which is awesome, still HATES getting his diapers changed and will lie to your face whether he's pooped or not (these pictures are documenting a particularly soggy doggy), he dumps RED crystal light all over my carpet while staring me down, and he likes to pretend to be a puppy. He barks, he pants, he drinks water from a bowl, and I love it. He also pretends my bathtub is a boat while I'm getting my makeup on, so basically all 27 months of him is PURE entertainment!

Lucy's Preschool Graduation

Sad, sad day!! You have finally arrived... Lucy's last day of preschool was last Thursday, and her teacher the beloved Miss Andrea held a graduation in the kids' honor. I don't know who will be more lost without those glorious Tuesday and Thursday afternoons-- Lucy or me? The 8 little monsters marched in to the "ABC's" with matching caps and gowns and then sang several songs they'd learned throughout the year.
My favorite was about not telling a lie, and "if you do you feel like you might die-- your heart will race, you'll get red in the face," etc. Loved it. Lucy sang with such gusto! Then the kids were called up one at a time to get a binder full of some of their artwork, and their official graduation certificate. Lucy's class--Jenna, Ammon, John, Cullel, Lucy, Logan, Cannon, and Paisley. It's so cute how she came to love each of these kids over the year-- she really worried when someone was sick, or told me when someone was out of town or got in trouble, etc. And can you believe Lucy's still the 2nd tallest in her class?? Lucy's best friend and partner in crime, Paisely, whom she met through preschool. They are peas in a pod and we will sure miss Paisley next year!:( Lucy's hero-- Miss Andrea. She taught Lucy a TON. She started the year off knowing two letters (A and L) but has completed it knowing all the letters and their sounds, how to write the lower and capital letters, the ASL signs for them, she recognizes all of her numbers up to 12, how to count up to 20, all of her colors and shapes, she learned to write her name, memorized her address and phone number, and lots more. I think this will be a hard act for someone to follow in North Carolina... I think the fact that Lucy got to go play at Paisley's house after graduation took some of the sting away-- but now I'm scrambling on how I'm going to keep her entertained for another 2 days during the week this summer!