Spring Break 2015!

The motto of Spring Break 2015 was "Work Hard, Play Hard".  It was ten blissful days of chores, Spring Cleaning, baseball, riding bikes, snowshoeing, Easter Egg dyeing, yard work, playing in the snow, double ear infections, fixing warranty issues on car, movie theaters, shopping, family movie nights, haircuts, organizing, and birthday parties.  More importantly, it was a week to be home and enjoy each other.  A week to appreciate each other and our home.

Of course the week had a few highlights.  Easter was fun, and better than Easter Eggs was the fact it snowed lightly.  The cousins had fun together and memories were made.

I earned another "Mother of the Year Award" towards the end of the week.  I was ambitious about getting out into the snow and enjoying the outdoors.  The boys were pretty whiny all day and rather argumentative.  I pushed onward and ignored their moods.  The Subaru was loaded with snowshoes, a kid carrier, and sleds.  We didn't make it all the way to Hidden Lake, but we did enjoy a breathtaking view about a half mile in.  I was very proud of Carter as he went snowshoeing for the first time and nailed it.  The kids did a few sled runs when we got back to the car.  As soon as we got home, I asked them to paint the fruit trees and I mowed and fertilized all of the lawns.  Again, they were cranky and grumpy, but I pushed them on.

That night both boys complained of their ears.  .  .  The next morning I had to take the Subaru up to Medford to get something replaced and I was able to squeeze them in at our Pediatrician.  Yep.  Both boys, double ear infections.  Oh, AND Miles threw up in the car on the way up.  I was carless, roaming the streets of Medford, with two boys who had been pushed too hard by their mommy, and were sick.  

Like I said, Mother of the Year.

The boys rounded out the week with a birthday party for Miles' four year old friend Clara.  At the party, Clara's dad asked me if I had heard about the "lip-lock" he had witnessed between his daughter and Miles.  No, I had not.  Apparently, upon picking up his daughter he witnessed the two of them kissing.  Eileen had walked to the kitchen for one minute and came back to find the same situation.  I had a long talk with Miles about how we showed our friends we liked them by giving hugs and compliments, and furthermore he wasn't allowed to kiss a girl until he was A: 15 and B: he asked her permission.  Carter was listening intently and chimed in, "Yes, Miles.  Plus, it wasn't polite of you to kiss her because you knew you had a cold".  

Let's not get too judgmental there Carter, shall I remind you of this.  .  .

Following the birthday party we enjoyed an evening out to dinner at the Pub.  While we were sitting and waiting for our food, musicians began arriving and Miles caught the eye of an older gentlemen with a mustache.  Turns out his name was "Cowboy Johnson" and he shared a business card with Miles.  Miles spent the next hour dancing up a storm to the live music and ended the evening waving goodbye and giving thumbs up to Cowboy Johnson.  At least he didn't try to kiss him.

To finish I'll leave you with Mr. Baseball's first hit of the season!