Hurst Family News

In the year of our Lord,  Two thousand and fifteen:  In the cold winter months, we spent a lot of time indoors.  Sometimes we ventured out for a bit of sledding fun.   While indoors we did a lot of projects to keep entertained. This was a day we made rockets because biggest brother got to have a "science day" at school (2nd grade) and the other two were jealous. Landon was only 1/2 day at that point (kindergarten) and Charlie was home with me ALL. THE. TIME.  It was exhausting as a parent because this child is more hands-on than the other two have been and as such needed more constant supervision as a small child. I believe that was the winter we had to get x-rays done because we couldn't find the 3rd button battery to a toy and couldn't be sure Charlie hadn't swallowed it. So we played with a lot of cardboard boxes.  That winter was hard because we all took turns getting sick and the kids missed a lot more days of schoo...

Me: I love you Boychild: I love you more. Me: No, I love YOU more. Boychild: No. I love *YOU* more. Me: Dangit. You win. Boychild: smiles and lays his head back down on the pillow. "Goodnight, sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.  If they do take your shoe and beat them till they're orange and pink." "No, Mom! It's Black and BLUE! " "Oh sorry. Black and Blue." Snug as a bug in a rug. Snug as a train in his shed. Snug as a boy in his bed. Grandpa: See ya later Alligator. Ian: How soon Baboon? Grandpa: After while crocodile. "Mom, if the Polar Express comes tonight I'll wake Landon up so he can come too." "That's so nice of you to make sure he doesn't get left out." Charlie now signs Please, More, Sorry (though that's only in context because he's actually signing Please again) and Finished/All gone.  Landon can count to 36.  At least he shocked Ms. Melissa when he randomly co...

On this, the celebratory day of my birth, let me take a moment to say thank you to my mom.  Thanks mom for laboring and bringing me into this world and for supporting me every step of the way.  Looking back even the chastening moments were really just trying to get me to be who I really am not who I wish I were (or who I thought others wanted me to be).   I've been reading Gretchen Rubin's Happiness Project  sporadically when I have time to linger in the tub.  Remember when it made me want to blog every day .  See how well that turned out?  Oh well.   Which reminds me- I saw a plaque on Pinterest that says  I second that emotion.  Meanwhile back at the farm....I was reading in the tub this morning and pondering my little sister's blog post.  Do I like myself?  Woah. Loaded question sister girl.   But a good one to get the cogs in the old noggin thinking about something other than barfy children (which we had ye...