The view from my Thursday

Nothing huge to report. It rained....again. Sooooo isn't helping the "Hooray for......Spring????" blues. My energy level is mediocre at best these days so at 9:05 after Jack left for school, I called it.....official stay at home all day-Day. AND, if you're 7 months pregnant and your wee babe is resting comfortably on your tail bone 24/7, pajama pants are completely appropriate.

We started off the day with our mid morning snack. Cole-"Mom, Bwody is starting to make a mess!"

Mom (who happens to be reading her morning news online) "O.k., I'll be just ONE second."

Cole-"Mom, the whole bag of bootay is dumped out on the count-o and all ov-o the flow."

-FANTASTIC!

Next up: A little brother play time. It started out so sweet and my room started off so clean.

We put in BOLT (which I still can't manage any desire to sit through myself but that's beside the point) and Brody just wanted some quiet time. So obviously he found the most comfy spot possible.

I just wanted to read my magazine....is that too much to ask? I'm 23 pages in so far.

Finally, I baked treats. To me, that's what rainy /stay at home all day days are made for. I went for Peanut butter bars that did turn out pretty tasty if i do say so myself. To lessen the guilt factor 1/2 got shared to other willing calorie participants.

Now it's almost time for dinner. I made meatloaf that is smelling quite tasty in the oven. Am I the only one who enjoys an occasional meatloaf?
Hmm, maybe I am.

Well how about that, I finished my post. This was therapeutic for me. Instead of feeling like I didn't accomplish anything today I can say, I BLOGGED...in my pajamas..... at dinnertime.....when I should have been peeling potatoes.

stalling

I have dinner to make and times a tickin. See I don't feel like cooking- thus...I am stalling. I chose to use my stalling time wisely by looking through old pictures of vacations. This little beauty was from last spring when handsome Kyle and I actually went on a vacation....ALONE. It was splendid. Someday....we will do it again. But not this afternoon. Dinner still needs to be made and that job falls on yours truly, every single blessed night of the week. I wish I was there right at this very moment. Instead, Jack is reading over my shoulder, Cole is continuously mumbling/complaining (in his voice that is SO quiet I have to ask him to repeat what he is saying-)about not being able to play the Wii, and Brody is just one tired 2 year old, walking around in a daze, mad and whining that I took away the Lego Indiana Jones' micro size mini hat he and Cole had been arguing over all afternoon.



Doesn't Helen Parr have fantastic hair?