You know it’s summer when… The aroma of tanning…

You know it’s summer when…

The aroma of tanning oil and sunscreen is stronger than the cinnamon roll scented candle burning on the mantle.

Homemade ice cream becomes an entree.

You don’t match up socks in the laundry anymore because everyone (except Daddy) runs around barefoot or wearing flip-flops.

There is always time for one more bike ride before bedtime.

Kool aid packets litter the counter after kids come in from the outdoors to make yet another pitcher of the lime green stuff.

The pool bag remains packed and ready at the door 24/7.

The most exciting event on Saturday morning is making it the farmers market just as it opens to beat the midmorning heat.

Time takes on a new dimension as days get longer and warmer.

The grill cover is never replaced because something is cooked on it everyday.

Suddenly you are scouring all of your cookbooks and the internet for one more recipe for zucchini.

Searching for a shady area to park your minivan while shopping at Wal-Mart resembles the hunt for Sasquatch.

You are more willing to swing a little longer, walk a little slower and breathe a little deeper.

Why do kids like bandaids so much? Last night aft…

Why do kids like bandaids so much?

Last night after a period of stillness in my usually busy home I found my 3 y.o. Emily sitting on the floor in front of our linen closet. The linen closet is also home to our first aid kit, medicine kit and a plethora of items that didn’t fit anywhere else. FYI safety moms–all dangerous items are well above my children’s theoretical reach.

As i approach the wee one i hear her breathing a little heavy and she is intently focused on something in her hands. She has a Hello Kitty bandaid mangled by her attempts to open the child/adult proof wrapper. Why are bandaids so much more difficult to open now compared to when we were kids? Remember the cool little red string that you used to tear the side of the package? The red string is no more and one must be rather dextrous to open the little wrapper now.

Emily’s explanation for the need of the band aid was demonstrated as she showed off the slight scuff on her elbow that needed immediate care and the Hello Kitty band aid was the cure. I helped her open the package and she deftly applied the bandage to her ouchy.

We must go through bandaids faster than we go through gallons of milk. Not only do the girls use them, but the cat and Bitty Baby have been known to sport a bandaid as well. The bandage is excellent for a scratch or cut, especially if it is bleeding, we all know that. But bandaids can cure bruises, headaches and hurt feelings, too. I have often wondered if a sticker would serve the same purpose, but when actually applying this theory I was shot down by my hurt little patient. No a sticker won’t do, only a bandage emblazoned with Dora, Sponge Bob, Hello Kitty or in an emergency Mom’s hand drawn smiley face.

So, as i expected, this morning Emily announced the ouchy was better. Thanks to Hello Kitty and the inventor of the Band Aid bandage.

I have been blog crusing this evening and have dee…

I have been blog crusing this evening and have deemed this blog dull. I have a lot to say, just not sure how or what to say. My husband observed once that my thoughts are so random, bordering on schizophrenic. True, I say. I am interested in so many things, from cooking to antiques to sewing and knitting. I ran today and that was a good thing. I am confident a daily dose of sweat and muscular pain delivered by thirty minutes on a treadmill is just as good as one celexa p.o. QD.

I think as I commit to writing, which i love to do, my blog will become more interesting. People are interesting anyway…don’t you think? I mean, we all have a story to tell. I think this blog is a great way to tell not only my story, but the stories of those around me, too.