Sunday, Busy Sunday

Weekends have been crazy busy lately.

Last Sunday we had- I exaggerate not- A birthday party, a ballet class, another birthday party, a play date, and then another birthday party.

Today we had a ballet recital, a baby naming, a brief break during which I did laundry and painted sample colors on the outside of the house, and later on is dinner with some visiting relatives.

Next weekend we have sleep over company, a birthday party/baby naming, and maybe if we feel ambitious, a BBQ of our own.

I'm pretty sure every weekend in June is booked with something.

Most of the events are fun, and almost anything beats trying to entertain the kids all day at home, but I feel like weekends are not supposed to be quite so BUSY. I think I remember way back when weekends were for sleeping, eating out, and walking through street fairs holding hands with my husband. Nah, there's no way that EVER happened.

Living with Construction

You know your kids have grown up with construction when they are typically quite reserved, but greet the construction workers like long lost relatives. At least someone is happy to see them. Don’t get me wrong: I enjoy the planning that goes into home projects and I love the finished product. But, the actual period of construction (any transitional, disruptive period for that matter) kind of stresses me out. I can be a pretty high-anxiety person. The world can be a jungle for me sometimes. My home is my sanctuary. And when it is invaded by others for long periods of time, I sometimes feel that I have no sanctuary. I have to deal with the mess. And the noise. And my car perpetually getting blocked in. And HAVING TO WEAR A BRA ALL DAY LONG.

When we met with our contractor to discuss this phase of renovations, I concluded the meeting by enthusiastically saying, “I’m really excited about this!” To which he, experienced contractor and father of seven replied, “You say that now, but this is like having another baby. At first you’re really excited, but then when it comes you’re tired and annoyed.” He is a smart man. However, like having a baby, even though I am tired and displaced, I am still pretty excited. This is my passion. Planning, designing, and overseeing the completion of a home project is fun and fulfilling, despite the stress. Kind of like parenting…

Mothers Day 2011 in Pictures

First, I celebrated as a mom:





Then, as a daughter:



Great day, all around :)

Chag HaAviv

Passover is also known as Chag HaAviv, Festival of the Spring, and with good reason. No matter when in the secular calendar Passover falls, be it mid-March or late-April, that is when Spring seems to occur. We spent Passover in its entirety at my parents' house, as we do every year. We had a fabulous time. I especially enjoyed sleeping in an extra hour every morning while my dad fed and entertained the kids. It was so nice to spend so much quality with our family- and so much of it outdoors!

Highlights included:

Seders (complete with our kid-friendly seder on the afternoon before the second seder):




Playdates with friends (including blogger friends- say hi to CBHM's Z and E!):



The National Zoo:



----> entire lion family!

When we got home we found that Spring had indeed sprung at our house while we were away. The blossoming tree that we played under the week before we left was now covered in leaves. Bushes that had previously been bare were now in bloom. The water that had accumulated on top of our pool cover was full of tadpoles, some of which have metamorphosed (that is the correct word, I looked it up!) into frogs that croak in the evening. And, once again, there is a nest right outside the kitchen window. Spring is here to stay! Until, of course, Summer arrives, which is even better :)