Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sorry I have not written in a while. We have been stopping to smell the roses.
Meaning, we have been simply slowing down and enjoying what is so obviously right in front of our faces each day that we ordinarily would miss.
Roses like snuggling on the couch with my hubby enjoying a DVR'd show or a Netflix movie.
Roses like helping the kids do a craft project...
Roses like making paper airplanes, bouncing bouncy balls, and playing board games.
Roses like making forts in the living room...
Sometimes roses can look a lot like this on the wall????
Only roses would have been a lot more pleasant than discovering this Halloween children's stamp on the dining room wall and following it with a conversation eerily similar to the one regarding the $85 tennis ball with the same child as the culprit, unsurprisingly so. Surprising is his ability to lie through his teeth about such incidents and his quickness to blame neighbor children for his own actions until I tell him I am going to speak to the neighbor children, so if there is something he wants to add or change about the story, NOW would be the good time to do so. Amazing how the story changes at that point in time. Turns out that TWO of the above RIP stamps on the wall were Grant's doing on purpose when I dug for information and the other TWO were accidents by Grant doing. Funny how deliberate they appear, especially when they were almost completely concealed by a greenery topiary. I only found them today because I was dusting.
Sometimes roses look a lot like Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser. Just Sayin'.