Come on warm weather!

Have I mentioned lately that I absolutely love warm weather? It is not the sun or the heat that I love, it is the fact that my kids can go outside and stay outside as long as they like, until the sun goes down. Seriously, Spencer went outside this morning in the backyard and 7:30 and he did not come back inside until 11:30 when I forced him to go down for a nap. He usually is down by about 10, but this morning I would go out to get him and he would run from me and shake his head like he knew exactly what I was there for.

Jakob's friend showed up at noon and they left to ride bikes all over the town and he just go home.

Trevor and Kyle went with me to SIL's house (BIL is out of town) for dinner and to help out, we just got home, it is 7:30 and the three older kids at the park behind the house with all the other kids in the neighborhood.

Picture this in your head...I am sitting at my computer, all my windows are open, the back door is open, my house is clean -- and the TV is off. Yup, no TV, no PS2, no kids fighting, just quiet. Spencer is outside right now playing basketball on his little kid hoop.

The farmers tan on his little arm is from this morning, and that is with SPF 30 sunscreen on. He is such an outside boy. If I would let him, he would live out there and never come in.

Here he is with his BFF Kendra in my backyard. They are 5 weeks apart and they are so funny together. Now that we live so far away from her, they don't spend as much time together. I hope they still realize that they have to be together forever.

I can't wait till it warms up enough to get a little pool for the kids to play in. I am sure with the Colorado weather we can expect at least 2 or 3 more snow storms though.

This weekend has been so hectic and to top it all off, my minivan broke today. Yes, I drive a minivan. I am a mad minivan mom.

We looked at SUVs back when we were car shopping and we couldn't really afford one with enough seats for everyone and they were gas guzzlers. So I went with a Ford Windstar, I love it. We just paid it off in January, so of course it broke down. We are hoping we just need a new battery.

We planted our garden yesterday and put up the fence around it to keep out the piggy (d0g). I feel kind of bad though cause I freaked out on Trevor over it. I gave him the small shovel and started trenches to put the seeds in and said, "Okay, here is where you start, here is where you end, this is what I need you to do." I showed exactly what I needed him to do so that I could start dinner. I came out 10 minutes later and he had dug the trenches, then he planted a bunch of seeds, and covered up the trenches. ARGHHHHH!

So when I came out and said, "What did you do?"

He says, "I planted some of the seeds for you."

ME: "What did you plant?"

HIM: "Um, I think I planted some of those," pointing at empty seed packets.

ME: "Where did you plant each packet?"

HIM: "I dunno."

ME: "So you just planted a bunch of seeds and you don't know what or where you planted them?"

HIM: "Um, yup."

So now my OCD starts to kick in. I take medication for it, but there are some things that it just does not cover and this is one of them. I wanted to have a pretty, organized garden, with a little picket fence around it, perfectly straight and even rows, with markers marking each section telling me what and where things are going to grow.

Now I have a perfect section that I worked on with Trevor and the other side has a bunch of markers with Peas??? Carrots??? Artichokes??? and so on, written on them.

I guess we will see what grows where. With my luck, he did not plant anything and just buried the trenches and we will end up eating the weeds that pop through the dirt.

So off I go to sleep off another busy weekend and hope for a slow week (yeah, right). Of course this is the kids' last week of school until the middle of August. What am I supposed to do with them for 3-1/2 months? Fortunately the grandparents in Utah would like them to visit for 2 weeks. That should be nice for them and me. I am excited for the next school year though--Kyle starts kindergarten. WOW. He is the first one that I was home all the time. I quit working right before he was born. I think that letting him go is going to be bittersweet for me. It will be nice cause he will have things to do and won't be bored at home with me, but I will miss him.