Working On Wednesday

Belle is working on not tripping in class, resulting in a split chin, necessitating a call to mommy that was missed, requiring a call to daddy at work, sending mommy into a slight panic of “how could I miss the one call that mattered”, meaning we spent yesterday afternoon at the ER.  Superglue is a fabulous invention.  Even if they call it something fancy at the hospital so they can charge my insurance lots more money, it’s still a fabulous invention. 

She’s fine, of course.  But she would be really mad if she knew I posted this picture because she doesn’t want anyone looking at her boo-boo.

I’m working on Amelia’s 2nd Birthday party.  Usually I’m not one for over-the-top birthday parties because they make me crazy and cost me lots of money and I figured out a long time ago that my kids were happy with cupcakes, cheetos, and presents.  Well, friends too.  But last year, Amelia really got jipped.  Her birthday party was cancelled in the wake of the FDIC takeover of the bank Joshua worked for, and so I spent her birthday home with just the girls.  

We did walk up the hill and share cupcakes with our favorite boys, but that was it.  

Of course she doesn’t know any different and doesn’t care…but apparently I do.  So we’re having a big-ish Winnie the Pooh themed 2nd birthday with lots of family, a few favorite friends, and plenty of Pinterest inspired decor.  Speaking of which, I should really get started.

I’m also working on embracing my non-craftiness in favor of my chef-ness.  I’d much rather saute than decompage, dice than scrapbook, bake than sew.  But I want to be able to create some craftiness sometimes.  I really am going to make this.
I am. I am.

Tell me I’m not the only one whose kids can’t play Mousetrap alone because they can’t figure out how the pieces go.  I know I’m not the only one whose children hear the ringing of the telephone as some sort of signal to immediately begin arguing and yelling and needing mommy right that very second.  I’m sure I can’t be the only mom whose five year old almost has a meltdown when the valentines she’s writing get moved a quarter of an inch so her sandwich can be added to the overcrowded table.  

What are you working on this week?  Let me know!