You can’t garden on an empty stomach. Thanks for bringing the goodies, Grandma.
Grandma passing out radish seeds.
We didn’t get to do our favorite part which is to water since the water had been turned off because of a burst pipe. They did get to go back to grandma’s house after the garden and have a waterhose fight though, so what was just as good. 🙂
I have an interview on Monday. I have had several things come my way over the past month or two, but I haven’t jumped on anything because I am not in a hurry and I just wanted to find something that felt right. I hope this is it and that it all works out. If it doesn’t then it’s not meant to be and I’ll just keep looking. So, I am hoping this is right because it feels right. Let’s hope I still feel that way after the interview.
We went to Jiggle Jam today, but the boys let us know that they did not want to sit and listen to music. There was WAY too much else going on. We did manage to listen to some Stinky Feet while eating our lunch, but that was about it. 
Liam’s Field Day was on Friday. The weather was not so great in the morning, but after lunch, it was perfect!!! The kids had a blast and their popsicle treats at the end of the day were the perfect finish.
Sometime after church, but before dinner on Sunday, the mirror in our first floor bathroom fell off the wall. What a mess! First of all, it is a very heavy mirror, so when it fell it tore up our bathroom. There is a dent in the vanity, the floor and the trim. It ripped off the toilet paper dispenser and left a hole where it used to be. There is also another hole in the wall where one of the corners of the mirror came to rest. It also knocked a decorative basket thing off the vanity and it smashed on the floor. There are also the two holes that house the nails that used to hold the mirror in place. The mirror, however, somehow made it through that whole ordeal in one piece. I am glad, too, because that would have taken the mess factor up about ten degrees. So, now we have to go about repairing the bathroom and figuring out if we can hang the mirror back up or if we should just forget it and go a different route. It’s such a mess I don’t even want to deal with it right now.
I am trying REALLY hard to bite my tongue. At this rate, I am probably going to bite it off. If I stop biting I am sure I will regret it. I have no idea what would come out of my mouth, but it wouldn’t be good, I can guarantee that.
Liam’s kinder class had a Spring Sing yesterday. It was adorable. They sang songs about spring, about moms and dads and about how they’re ready to move onto first grade. No one told me I was going to need a tissue. I choked’em back, but seriously. The children also shared their portfolios and then we had a picnic outside. It was a beautiful day, too, which was perfect.
Then we headed off to Colm’s end-of-school-year picnic. We were late, but he got to play with his best friend, Abby, so it was not a total wash.
Colm is fascinated with this painting. We pass it every week on the way to his Kindermusik class. He thinks he knows what it is a picture of. What do you think it is?
Why do my children NOT understand these two little words? In the morning when everyone else, including me, is asleep, Liam makes it a point to NOT be quiet. Honestly, he isn’t trying to be loud, he just forgets to be quiet. Once Sean or I get up with him, he will talk to you in a normal, not quiet voice. This drives me INSANE when I am the one who is still in bed. I might as well get up if I can hear your entire conversation anyways. Then, heaven help us if he decides he wants to go in his room where he WILL slam the door both coming and going. Ugh!
And let’s not forget Colm. Colm’s version of being quiet is talking at a regular decibel level only making it whispery. When I ask him to be quiet, it is for a reason, but he keeps yammering on and on in his loud whispery voice while I still am not able to hear whatever it is I am trying to hear. He is especially guilty of this during church. You might as well forget it if you tell him he needs to be quiet in church. It’s a lost cause.
This woman is such a good storyweaver. I could not put this book down last night. I was towards the end and I HAD to know what was going to happen. I was a little disappointed with the ending. Luckily, there was an interview with the author at the end of the book and she explained the ending which helped, but I still didn’t like it.