Not So Therapeutic This Time

Some people blog to record family memories.
Some people blog to share devotions or other inspirational writings or thoughts.
Some people blog just to be funny.
Some people blog to be thinky.
Some people blog for therapy.
And other people blog for whatever other reason there is to blog.

Me?

I happen to blog for therapy.  Some people call it journaling.  But I like the word "therapy."  Because only people who have it altogether have time to "journal."  People like me need therapy.  And lots of it.

But every once in awhile when I'm not trudging through the trenches bemoaning my lot in life as the only estrogen bearing member of my family, I do see the need to plaster a few good pictures of what our family has been up to, just for the sake of all you people seeing why it is I have gray hair my children having a precious record of their little lives.

So here we go.....

For starters, we endured the underworld that is the spring soccer season.  I will tell you that I'm not a huge fan of soccer anyway, but I tend to err on the side of tolerant when it's in the fall.  But stick me on the sidelines of a soccer game in the spring and you might as well rip my fingernails out with rusty pliers.  It is all I can do to not say ugly words.  You think I'm kidding. 

Arkansas finally decided to get with the program and put on its Spring face.  The sunshine gave us permission to wear flip flops and get sunburns.  And like the excellent mother that I am, I forgot to slather the babies in sunscreen.  But I made up for the massive blistering slight rosy glow on their cheeks by making them do schoolwork.  Because every good mom makes their kids do their school work (ahem.).  Although I did sweeten the deal by taking school to the lake....because even fractions are semi-fun in the sun. 

March brought Sawyer a birthday.  And it also brought me my chance to make another birthday cake for one of the kids.  Since I rebel against the birthday party, I try to resolve the matter in my head by pretending that I'm on that Ace of Cakes show.  Um...I'm so not on that show.  Because Sawyer's Bionicle cake ended up looking more like Wilson the Volleyball on fire than the helmet of the "fireguy." But, whatev.  It was Wilson in buttercream...so it's all good.

We headed north to hang with Jim-Dad and Grammy for a couple of days.  Jim-Dad's church was putting on a production of The Living Lord's Supper (the story of the Last Supper with the spin of da Vinci's painting).  We wanted to be there to support Jim-Dad, and I'm so glad that we went!  They really did an amazing job.

Doesn't Jesus' hair look lovely?  I think it is marvelous.  But I will have you know that the devil was against Jesus having beautiful tresses for the production.  I know because I spent most of the morning prior trying to tame the frizz of the Master's do.  And every good wig stylist needs a wig holder...

Snicker. Snort.

We did some egg hunting and egg dyeing....

Oh shoot.  I can't even focus long enough to post the rest of the Easter recap -- that picture of the husband channeling Led Zeppelin just threw me right off track.

Maybe I can regain my composure later. 

Right now...still just a'chucklin'.

That's all.