I blame it on May

The lack of blogging for the last while I blame completely on the insanity of the month of May.  It was a great month!  We found a house to rent…

It is small but it is very nice, close to our parents and it has a huge backyard!

 

We celebrated my sister, Celsea’s high school graduation:

 

We celebrated Scott’s brother, Dylan’s high school graduation:

I love this picture!  So sweet. 

 

We did spend a little time at home but didn’t feel the need to do anything too exciting:

 

Well, maybe Boston thought being at home was kind of dull…

Boston chose to spice things up by becoming extraordinarily mischievous this month.  He is BUSY all the time.  More so than Stephen ever was at this same age.  He is constantly doing messy, naughty things.  Funny sometimes but occasionally very dangerous and aggravating.  For example: climbing in the laundry basket in Stephen’s closet and getting stuck (you can’t tell but it is on top of a box), putting Desitin in his hair, or playing in the toilet.  Those things are funny/kinda gross.  But do you see the innocent-looking rocking horse?  It is very rarely ridden as pictured.  Mostly it is used to reach things.  He can climb on the kitchen counters by using the horse as a step-stool.  I found him with scissors in his hand on one occasion but usually he is trying to get a cup to get a drink of water which he then ends up spilling all over.

One day he somehow managed to grab a bottle of Nair that I had put on my (very tall) bed and applied it to his hair!  I freaked out about that one, having visions of his hair falling out but mostly being worried about it getting into his eyes and burning them.  Luckily, it didn’t seem to harm his hair – it never fell out and I managed to wash the Nair out without it running into his eyes.

 

So now we just have to watch him like a hawk and if he is gone or quiet for more than a minute or two it’s “where’s Boston?” in a a slightly panicked voice.

Easter Sunday

Easter fun – finally, pictures of hunting for Easter eggs!  First we had to search to find where Mom hid the Easter baskets.  We don’t do the whole “Easter Bunny” thing so they know the candy and gifts were from Mom and Dad.  I made the boys some little personalized quiet books.  I got the idea from this blog.  You can download the cute little scrap book pages and add your own pictures.  I made Boston and Stephen each their very own.

There they are, in Dad’s closet.

 

See Stephen’s quiet book peeking out of the top of his basket?  I don’t think Boston was quite awake yet…

 

Later at the Smith’s house Stephen got to hold little “Chirppy.”

 

 

Easter egg hunt!

I can’t take it with me…but I can take HIM with me!

As we are preparing to move to our new-to-us home I have developed a new motto “it’s just stuff.”  This has empowered me to part with many things that I have been holding on to.  I have already thrown away and given away many things, most of which I already forgot I had and will never miss. I keep thinking about the slightly short-on-storage house and then I just give/throw away what ever I am holding. 

One closet cleaning lead me to my old ballet costumes.  After 16 years of dancing I had quite the accumulation of lovely costumes  They had been taking up almost half of Boston’s closet and finally I sat down and looked at them and picked a few out to give away.  The rest (the prettiest), I stored carefully in a new plastic tub along with various Halloween costumes, snapped the side handles/clasps shut and carefully labeled it “costumes.”  If I should ever be blessed with a little girl, she would love to play in them.

We took a load of boxes over to the new house tonight.  The costume tub was placed on the top of the stack and we went on our merry way.  Upon arrival, I noticed a maroon bit of fabric draped across the top of the load and my eyes trialed up to the now lidless costume box.  To my horror the tub was now half empty (definitely NOT half full) – and what should be missing but the three lovely ballet costumes that I had placed on top!  Somewhere along the 10 mile drive, the lid had blown off and I lost my costumes!  I cried because I was so sad and frustrated that chance would have it that that tub would be on top instead of a box that was taped closed or full of replaceable things.  But no, it had to be the ballet costumes.

On our way home we retraced our route going 35-40 mph instead of the usual 45-55 mph, carefully scanning the side of the road for any sign of the costumes.  We found a gold sash for an ugly pirate costume I made myself, a lace hair piece that went with one of the costumes, and the lid of the box.  NO costumes.  Twenty years of careful preservation and poof – gone.  This is when I have to tell myself over and over, “it’s only stuff…you  can’t take it with you.”

Now to the positive side of the story.  Scott is going on a backpacking trip tomorrow and so he ran to the store pick up a few things after our return home.  He was gone for a long time and when he got back he said, “someone took them.”  “Huh?”  He then proceeded to tell me how he drove all the way back to the other house and searched for the costumes again!  He is now convinced that someone saw them beside the road and picked them up.  I hope whoever found them has a darling little girl who is on cloud nine playing with her pretty ballet costumes.

What a sweet, devoted husband I have!  He felt so bad about me loosing my ballet costumes that he spent a good 40 minutes searching for them again.  It is now 11:40 pm and he is still trying to get everything ready for his trip.  So tonight I lost some valued possessions but was reminded of what a treasure I have in my wonderful, supportive and thoughtful husband.  I love him so much!  What a blessing it is that the real treasure, my husband and family, I CAN take with me!