Embarrassing Bulk

I'd heard so much.  I had to go.  Even though I'd be breaking one of the cardinal rules of grocery shopping: Thou shalt not grocery shop with children during their nap time.
Ah well, rules are meant to be broken.

I hit some good deals, but I was really looking forward to wandering the bulk food section.
Something about food in bulk form really excites me.
(note to self: mention the bulk food attraction to therapist)
I actually was thinking of the dry pack canning I'd be doing later in the day.
I started with hot cocoa mix, because as Jenny says, what good is food storage if you don't want to eat it.
I was really filling up that bag when Cole says, "Mom that has a hole in it, look at the mess."
crap.
Indeed it had a hole and while I was busy filling the bag the bottom half was busy emptying onto the bins below.
Not to bad though, so I moved on to the cornmeal.
I filled my bag to the top, put on my labeled twist tie, and then promptly got the bag caught on the handle of a bin.
RIP!
Cornmeal filled my shoes.
A sweet woman helped me double bag as I slipped through the mess to my cart.  Cornmeal on polished concrete floors is super slippery.
An employee quickly saw my plight and swept the mess.
(He should've followed me around with the broom.  This is foreshadowing.)
I filled a few more bags with bulk items and wandered the store.
At check out my bulk bag of bread crumbs got caught on my cart and you guessed it..ripped.
I gave the automatic belt a nice coating of delicious Panko breading.
The checker double bagged it for me.
As I bagged my own groceries after checking out my bulk bag of rice caught on the plastic bag holder.  It was more than I could take.  I wanted to hurl that bag of rice all the way across that Winco.

I've made it home now with my remaining bulk, and I'm thinking it's a good thing I have children who humble me so that spilling food all over a new grocery store only embarrasses me slightly.

Saturday Mathematics

1 10-mile run + 3 soccer games +1 lawn edged & mowed + 4 haircuts +3 piano lessons = 1 Tired Woman
Happy Saturday!

and a question...
What do you love about Saturdays?

Perfectly Imperfect

All last night I was being chased by a jaguar.  In cartoon form.

I would floor the minivan and smash into the car in front of me in an attempt to kill/rid myself of the jaguar on the hood of my car and the jaguar would be smashed and go "OOOF" in slow motion.
At one point I went into a nightclub in an effort to lose him in the dark, loud music, and smoke.
Scott came looking for me in the club shouting my name and rolling his wheelchair real slowly and blew my cover.
It was crazy, and I don't know if I should watch that Man vs. Wild show before bed ever again.


And Scott shouldn't write papers about seedy clubs in Salt Lake ever again.

Saturday was crazy at our house. I ran around in my sweaty workout clothes ALL DAY LONG.
Really.
I was offensive.
But I was too busy being a Mom running kids to soccer games and birthday parties to care.
At one point Scotty and I sat on the porch together for a moment, enjoying the perfect weather.
I took a look around at all the "imperfection".  Weeds, crabgrass, clutter, etc. etc.
Then I looked at my children.
Aidan's shorts hiked to his nipples...again.
Grace with no shirt and legs covered in chocolate popsicle.
Cole wearing his sister's sweaty-used shin guards and socks on his thighs.

It was a perfect day.

Spring Break Means...

Spring Rolls

Easter Egg Hunts

Giving your brother a lift to search for eggs.

Her first egg hunt

Getting creative with the egg dyeing

Conference

A tent in the living room 

Photo Favorites

Jen channels CJane (4th picture down)

Cole in his homemade bowtie 

(which I tied...hold your applause until the last picture).

Grace's coming-of-age baby hair rat's nest. 

I love it.