Lasts

This has been a painful week of lasts. Last time helping in KJ's class at CCA, last home group, last awana, last jr. high/high school nights for Matt, last tearful playdates with Santa Barbara friends. It has been emotionally exhausting, and combined with packing up I am surprised I can still open my eyes. I am ready for some firsts. They sound a little more promising. First morning at the new church, first day of a new school (the kids are dreading that one), first night in the new house. It's coming, and I am praying it will be good. For now we have one more "last" to get through tomorrow. Last morning at Community Covenant. Already crying thinking about it. I knew I should have bought stock in kleenex a month ago.

I can't believe I am blogging about deodorant...

About a year ago I kept smelling random whiffs of stench around my house. First I blamed the hubby's feet, then I found myself constantly checking to see if my deodorant was working. I eventually found the culprit, my darling sweet little children. Who knew my little darlings could smell so ripe at such a young age? We quickly had the hygiene talk and purchased deodorant for both the older kiddos, and followed it up with almost daily reminders to actually use the product. I think they have finally gotten the hang of it. Unfortunately, my oldest dropped his and it crumbled into a million pieces this week, which meant I had the task of actually remembering to replenish it at the grocery store. Three trips later, I finally remembered it. Unfortunately, it took me forever to find it, I sat in the grocery store aisle (okay, not literally, that's just gross) staring at rows of men's deodorant trying desperately to find an unscented one. I am sorry, I do not want my nine year old smelling like a rotting pine forest or an old man who has been sitting at a black jack table all day. Who makes these scents? Not a mom, I will tell you that. Girls/women have so many options for scents, from fruity to flowery, powdery to plain, but men apparently all need to have deodorant that you can smell from a mile away. You would think some brilliant corporate mind would realize this and market to the millions of stinky young boys in this country. Lego scented deodorant, playdough for your pits, crayola's not just for coloring anymore. Most of the brands don't even offer an unscented option. I actually thought about just buying a girl one but didn't want to completely scar my son for life. I finally found one, on the bottom shelf, and it is a brand that I didn't recognize that was on sale for 99 cents so who knows what it is going to do to my sons armpits. I might be better off if I just pasted a couple of bars of soap under there.

Pictures

Here are a few recent pics. Yes, I know it is December and Halloween was a while ago but I just downloaded all my camera pics. The first one is from the American Girl Fashion show, Kendall was in a bitty baby outfit and posed with her friends who were Kit and Julie:
This one is from Halloween. Bennett was a Jawa (his helmet even had the red eye lights), KJ was Jessie and Camden was a green alien from Toy Story. Very fun!

I should be...

I should be packing right now. I should be packing, planning, cleaning, doing something productive. I should be helping kids with homework, playing games with Camden, wrapping Christmas presents, anything else besides sitting here completely mindlessly searching through blogs for crafts I will probably never make and lurking on facebook about people I could just as easily call to catch up with. Frustrated.
I tend to get this way when I have way too much going on. I don't know where to start, so I just don't do anything. Last week I broke my toe and was so angry that I was practically immobile and couldn't do anything I wanted to. Now that I am doing better, I can't get through this mental block. I think I need help. Or a HUGE margarita. Just kidding, I promise :)
I did finish my Christmas cards today, so I can say I did one productive thing. Now I just have to wait for the right time to mail it so my friends aren't annoyed with me. Christmas cards are a tricky business. You have to write enough to get out pertinent information, but not too much or you just seem braggy and annoying. Okay, I am just babbling now so I best get on to my projects. Or do some more online Christmas wish list making. Sigh.