Many Happenings

My children are fun. I don't write about them often, but they are a constant source of amusement. A few mornings ago, I went into get the kids out of bed and as soon as I opened the door Aubrey belted out, "ME!" (mehh) I don't think it was intentional, but it was funny because I usually get Johnny out first. She was kind of asserting her little need to be first, I guess.

Today at lunch, Johnny stuck a shard of a chip in his sandwhich and held it out to me, singing oh, so softly, "happy . . . to you; happy . . . to you."

They are starting to fight. Not an occasional scuffle or one-sided toy snatching, but all out mutual shrieking and grabbing and clinging. We had an episode in the bathroom Saturday night that would persuade any childless person to never, ever want children. It involved two haircuts, a screaming child, a spray bottle, hairs all over the bathroom and two shrieking children in a tub either trying to steal a plastic boat or throwing themselves over the boat to prevent the other from getting it. The night ended with screams and soap and more screams. And, yes, hair on every surface of the bathroom--whew!!!

I am enjoying spring without camp looming ahead. A lot of things are getting done around the house since I'm not working on camp in spare moments, but I am still having pre-camp anxiety dreams.

Last night, I dreamt that it was the first day of camp and I was sitting amongst the campers as the skit narrator/camp pastor/main character was telling the Bible Story. He almost said a dirty word twice and then gave up and bolted away, leaving a pavilion full of people staring at an empty stage. I looked back at Matthew and somehow I realized that I was supposed to get up on stage and finish the lesson. When I got up there, I realized that I didn't know the Bible story AT ALL and sneaking glances at the Bible, I told the entire camp something about Moses and Mary being without sin. Yep. Not a good dream.

Pretty much every element of that dream has a basis in camp past. I won't go into details.

And, news upon news: I have been given permission to paint my walls! The only restriction was that I use semi-gloss or gloss. Umm, okay!!! When our house was painted after the remodel, the contractor ordered flat paint. Now flat does hide imperfections, but it shows dirt like nobody's business. Every but or scratch against a wall leaves a mark. I could steadily apply Magic Eraser and get nowhere with it. The hallway is particularly bad.

I'm going to do the kitchen first, then the hall. I have a khaki-ish color I used in the bathroom that I was pondering for the kitchen walls and backsplash. Does anyone else have any ideas? Should I be bold and exciting?


Joey and Elizabeth said...

OOOHHH very exciting a/b the paint! Let me know what you decide - pictures are a must :) I've been dreaming of painting our next house (b/c this one is all an ugly off-white that shows dirt too!)...I'm SOOO not creative tho! I need you & my sister Katie, who God bless her is the only creative one of us, to come to Georgia. How does that work for you?

PS: the stories of your kids are HILARIOUS!!!

Gracie said...

Painting is so fun!! (well not the actual act of painting but the results :) We have painted almost every room in the house we live in currently. I have tended to be adventurous and colorful and i haven't regretted it!!