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As we were leaving the house for our afternoon walk today I got that stupid Brady Bunch song stuck in my head and started singing it, you know, "I think I'll go for a walk outside, the sun is calling my name, yada yada yada..." So I get to the line, "gotta get out and get me some of those ra-a-ays!"
Blake stops me and says, "No, you have to wear sunscreen so you don't get burned."
So if you think my son is pale this summer, its because he takes protecting his skin very seriously.
Yesterday the boys and I were on a walk headed to one of the farther away parks when I noticed on one of the side streets a car that appeared to be covered in Post-It Notes. Yes, you read that correctly. A car COMPLETELY covered in Post-It's. I was intrigued. I asked Blake if he wanted to investigate and he did! It was really crazy. I mean the wind had started to take a lot of the notes off the car, but the car was still almost completely covered. There was a heart or smiley face or word or words written on every single note. Why would someone do this?? Then I saw some of the notes said 'Prom' and followed by a note with a '?'. Someone was being asked to prom this way??! And it was obviously a girl asking a guy, because I don't know of any guy so obsessive to cover an entire car in post-its with messages written on every single one (in girly handwriting) with some notes appearing to be inside jokes. Seriously this girl had a lot of time on her hands and may need to back off a little, because this guy has to clearly have been scared. Right? Although this has to be the most original idea I've ever seen someone asking someone else to prom. Although I bet no one else was asked on a piece of matzo like I was. *sigh*. I also spent homecoming my Senior year being made fun of because my mum was so small and my date wore a fish tie. High school was so hard.
I must confess this week was not as idealistic as last. My "SAHM High" has come to an end. Now don't get me wrong, I'm still loving my new full time job, but there have just been a lot more moments that have, let's see, how do I say this...tested my patience is a nice way to put it. After I experience one of those moments, like after our trip to the library, when one boy ran off one way, and the other boy in the opposite direction, and I'm sure the library now has a poster of our family hanging, "Do not let the Jones Family back...EVER", I take a deep breath, look at my two ridiculously handsome, cute boys and think as exhausting and hard as this can be, it sure beats being in a cubicle all day with an endless amount of office drama and politics. *Also, side note, Blake checked out 4 new books this week...all non fiction. This week he's learning about Maps of the World, Reindeer, Time and Spanish words.*
Brady has been sick which has probably made this week not as good as it could have been either. This bug has really upset me. I left my job to prevent him from getting sick and then the week after I leave, he gets sick. We didn't go anywhere except the library and outdoor playgrounds and I think I was good about washing hands afterwards. I can't keep these boys confined in our house 24/7, I just can't. What is the answer? It makes me so upset. I just want Brady to be okay. I'm really anxious for his next set of doctor appointments with the Pulmonologist and Gastroenterologist to get here in a few weeks so I can see if they are concerned with the amount of sickness he's had being on these antibiotics and if he's gained weight or grown in length. I guess the one big positive was I did not have to call my office to say I had to stay home with a sick kid and deal with that big time added stress. So grateful for that.
And lastly a very random funny story, well funny only to those that have little kids that watch Mickey Mouse Club House... Blake was trying to reach up a flag pole and he said, "I can't reach it, its too high. I need a Mousekatool(sp??), OOOh Toodles!" That was one I had to document and remember because it made me laugh so hard.
I have got to start taking my actual camera so I can snap some quality pictures of the boys on our outings. My camera phone just stinks. But here are two of Blake from today...
I let Blake check out some new books yesterday after we attended story time. Brad is the one who reads Blake his bed time stories each night (unless he has hockey) so I had to apologize greatly when he got home and showed him what Blake had checked out. There was no stopping this kid either. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.
So I realize I am only a few days into this SAHM business, however so far I'm loving it. Our whole family is loving it. The stress level has been reduced tremendously. Pre-SAHM, mornings and evenings during the work week were ridiculously chaotic. Stress levels would rise, patience would be out the window and we were left asking many days, when does it get easier? The last few days though, our mornings are calm, our evenings are a night and day difference and I know Brad certainly is enjoying having dinner on the table when he comes home from work. And how about the boys? Well, Brad told me tonight he doesn't think he's ever seen Brady seem so happy and knows he must be loving staying home with his mama. Made me feel really good. And Blake seems really happy too. I didn't even have to give him a time out today! I have to say I'm enjoying this time with my boys so incredibly much. I absolutely love getting to see their smiles all day long. I had the thought though during some outside time today, it kind of feels like I'm a kid a summer camp. Is this "SAHM High" I'm experiencing going to end? I am a little afraid the first rainy day we have it just might. But I'll enjoy it while it lasts.We were walking back to the house for lunch from the park across the street yesterday when a white cat walked right up to us. It tried to rub up against me, knowing I'm sure that I'm highly allergic. I told the boys over and over, "Do NOT touch the cat! Do NOT touch the cat!" The were so intrigued however, and ended up just sitting down and staring at it.
I heart our double jogging stroller. We made a trek this afternoon to the baseball fields and playground that aren't too terribly far away from our house. The whole way there Blake was talking to Brady, pointing different things out to him. "Brady, see the birds?, Look at the flowers Brady." SO sweet. My heart melted into mush. 
*Warning*The following post may be taken as bragging about my oldest son, so read at your own risk.
I've said it before, but I'll say it again. Blake is smart. And I mean REALLY smart. I think he has his daddy's brains. The mind of an engineer. Blake can count to 20 in English and 10 in Spanish. He knows all colors and shapes (even octagons and hexagons) and can recognize all the letters in the alphabet. He can say all the colors in Spanish. He can say all the months of the year...in the correct order. A recent discovery that his teacher shared with us, he can read. READ. He can read AND comprehend 36 words that we know of. This kid isn't even THREE yet. At Blake's school they have what is called circle time. Where the kids and teacher sit in a circle and they spend the time to teach them. Most kids in Blake's class don't really care for this time, but Blake? He LOVES circle time. His teacher would use flash cards and whoever said the correct answer of what the flashcard was for, gets to take the card and hold it. According to his teacher Blake had to have all the cards. If she got to a flashcard that Blake couldn't remember the word for, he'd look through his stack of cards and out of process of elimination would guess the correct word. His teacher told me this and I was like oh my gosh he's like Rain Man!
Day two of stay at home mom and we are trying to stick to a schedule similar to school. Blake asks, is it circle time yet, is it circle time yet? After dinner last night, Blake asked daddy, "Will you play circle time with me?" I love that he has an insatiable appetite for learning and I hope that is always the case.
I think the boys enjoyed today too, which showed in these pictures...here they are at the park today. (eventually I will take a picture of my kids with an actual camera instead of phones)
And to end it, some candids of Brady man. I loved his little jean jacket and snow cap. Could just eat him up with a spoon I tell ya.
I have a heavy heart tonight. Appointment one of two this week for Brady was today and I didn't get news I wanted to. It made me sad and frustrated and uncertain. I will post more after our appointment on Friday and hopefully will have more of a game plan or reassurance or something. I hope for something to give me peace with Brady's health, but I have a feeling I'll leave Friday's appointment with more anxiety. I just want, no I need, for Brady to be healthy and for me to KNOW everything is going to be okay. Until then...my heart is heavy. 
Seriously people... I really think that girl is my double. No?
Yesterday the boys and I were on a walk headed to one of the farther away parks when I noticed on one of the side streets a car that appeared to be covered in Post-It Notes. Yes, you read that correctly. A car COMPLETELY covered in Post-It's. I was intrigued. I asked Blake if he wanted to investigate and he did! It was really crazy. I mean the wind had started to take a lot of the notes off the car, but the car was still almost completely covered. There was a heart or smiley face or word or words written on every single note. Why would someone do this?? Then I saw some of the notes said 'Prom' and followed by a note with a '?'. Someone was being asked to prom this way??! And it was obviously a girl asking a guy, because I don't know of any guy so obsessive to cover an entire car in post-its with messages written on every single one (in girly handwriting) with some notes appearing to be inside jokes. Seriously this girl had a lot of time on her hands and may need to back off a little, because this guy has to clearly have been scared. Right? Although this has to be the most original idea I've ever seen someone asking someone else to prom. Although I bet no one else was asked on a piece of matzo like I was. *sigh*. I also spent homecoming my Senior year being made fun of because my mum was so small and my date wore a fish tie. High school was so hard.
