Careening Wildly

Life continues to careen wildly.  As you say Mom, “Life is good there’s just so much of it.”

Hot Potato... Patootie

Sunday was so radical.  Paul and I got ourselves and FOUR kids (ours plus Boharts) to church and back, all on bikes, including lunch at the Border Cafe.  That is the nutshell version.  Amidst it all were so many wonderful and juicy moments we were basically laughing and giggling through the whole thing. ALL the kids did great, making us feel like superheroes (at least I did).

I also lead the “Story for All Ages” at church today, subbing for the regular R.E. Director.  She picked me logically thinking I can handle both the public speaking and the kids.  Did not take into account the liability of having my OWN kids in the mix.  Gavin running major interference the whole time, trying to grab the microphone and address the congregation, chased down by Paul, as the baby gets passed around the sanctuary like a hot potato -from choir members to the minister himself to our very own pediatrician!  All while I’m trying to explain to the kids what Nazi’s are and how the Flaming Chalice became the symbol of the UU Church and what it means.  Crazy!

(And may I mention that the whole time I’m standing there I am definitely NOT positive my latest BOOB has been put back in proper order under my sweater, because of course the last thing I did before getting up there was to top off ClaraJane before handing her to Daddy.)  Then the kids sweep off to R.E. classes, and when Paul gets back from escorting them, he observes our booth looks like a tornado had hit.  (The remnants of their “acitivity boxes” strewn everywhere; crayons, drawings, etc.)

Here are some of their remnants:

Doodles by Gavin

Declaration by Zachary

Princess

Variations

by Olivia

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(And if you know how much Gavin loves ORANGE,   you can only imagine how much she must have relished making these drawings while he begged for his turn with the orange marker.)

Olivia also drew this:

It doesn't matter what kind of princess you are: Young or Old

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