Mud Pie Fun

A couple of weeks ago Emersyn told me that she wanted to make mud pies.  Hmmmm, I thought to myself, sounds like fun.  So I set her and Maximus up with some cupcake pans, utensils and of course water and dirt.  They had a GREAT time and were so dirty!  GROSS.

But dirty is just fine, because I don't do baths, that joy falls squarely on their daddy's shoulders.  Don't get me wrong, I have been known to give a bath in desperate daddy hasn't been home in a week circumstances, but they usually include bathing suits, Jacuzzi tubs and older siblings. :)

By nature I am not a "player."  I am much better at setting the kids up with activities than getting down on the floor with them.  Realistically I just don't like the silly games,  or running around like a nut.  I don't love doing projects with my kids and I don't like playing Polly Pockets or Little People.  You will rarely find me coloring with them.  I will board games when they are old enough to play.  Just sayin'.

You know what I do like though, finding that one super fun idea that they will just go ga-ga over.  I don't care how messy or annoying it is.  Play-doh or finger paints, goop or rice.  Shaving cream with food color. Highlighters on the windows. Water play in the sink. And, of course, mud pies.  I don't even mind picking it up when they are done.  The 20-30 minutes of peace I get while they are occupied with something fun is worth the trade off to me.

Their father on the other hand is a whole different animal.  He finds giving baths relaxing, and you will NEVER find him breaking out ANY sort of messy toy or craft; I actually think the thought gives him hives.  He would much rather run play baseball with the kids or practice hip-hop moves in the living room.  Wrestling is also a much loved past time.  And even now as I write this he is out in the yard with the kids playing a loud and annoying game of Capture the Flag.

Me, I am going to finish this, post it, and then go inside to get the ice cream ready.  Give me a good mud pie any day.


'til next time,

*please disregard the fact that I have no lawn.  Lesson learned, don't buy a house in the dead of the winter without asking if there is grass under the snow.  

A Challenge

I don't know why I find it such a challenge sometimes to write in my blog.  Most times, I think it is because I get so caught up in the everyday stuff that I just don't make the time.  Some of the time I think it is because really as a stay at home mother of 6 kids I don't really feel all that interesting.  And sometimes I think it is because, while I love to write,  I just don't know what to say, how much to share.


For those of you who know me IRL (in real life), you know that by nature I am a talker (shut up).  I have a hard time being quiet, I like to share and probably share more than I should at times.  I also change my mind 16 times a day on big and small things. I am sure that I make my friends head spin trying to keep up with what I am planning. I like to call it "idea ADD" but I am very sure that is politically incorrect. When it comes to writing it down for the world to see I wonder how much is too much.


 I feel like if I write it down, it can't be changed, it's just out there for all the world to see and to judge.  Or even worse for no one to even care about, to be invisible.  And I think somewhere in the in between lies the truth.  I fear being invisible everyday.  I fear that in no way, when I go, will I leave MY mark on this world.  That no one will remember me because, well, I am just not that interesting.


You see, I am just a mom, I have no unique ability, nothing that really makes me special. I am not a super volunteer, I am overly charismatic, or strong or anything really.  Nothing about me makes others sit up and take notice.


But, on the other hand I am a mom, a wife, a woman, a daughter and a friend. Maybe, just maybe, that is enough.  So I am going to challenge myself in a different way, to write, to share, and to not hide behind the fact that maybe no one will notice.




'til next time,