My Life Uncensored

I often get asked what life is like with 3 kids. I try to put it into words, but honestly the best I ever come up with is "It could be worse". The highs are so so great, and the lows, well, they can be as messy as cat puke.

First things first. After seeing Hannah's soccer pic on here, Leif requested that he be featured as well. Aiming for a quasi-democracy here . . .



next? We took the kids kite flying last weekend at the beach a few minutes away. Man they are cute. Leif's kite is a black shark, Hannah's a green octopus.





It was a gorgeous day. The beach is on a point and then there are big bays on either side. It is a really popular spot for all types of kite flying. From the simple family style to the double-stringed box kites, to the ones the folks sit in and hover above the grass like hesitant birds, to the full-on kite surfing down on the water.It was a crazy windy day. Nice to see so many folks out enjoying it.

So, in case you're wondering how the rest of the house has fared in our lives as parents of 3 kids, a growing business, an overturned yard, and homeschooling all hours of the day? Here's two pics, one Kit's office and one mine. You can tell which is his cause it has actual chairs.




Yes, the pic of my area, that which surrounds the phone, had an added bonus for me when we came home from our earth day potluck tonight. A nice pile of cat barf on my new book. See it? Yeah. Nice isn't it? Bodhi's not too thrilled that we keep having more babies. She pines for the days of fresh-fish and tummy rubs. I try to tell her that was 7 years ago. So she puked on my book. Like I said, this is my life, no censors.


I finally spent some quality time with little Ivy, and managed to snap some pics, even one with me in it! We hung out in the van, a favorite spot. We'd been in the art store nabbing new sketch books for the kids, when Ivy had a massive poo that ran right out of her pants. As I paid with debit while juggling a truly shitty baby, I grinned kindly at the woman behind the till, who offered up her sage thoughts in return "It only gets worse". Ah, I've been mistaken as a new mother of just this one child. Oh to strip and show her my battle scars, to outdo her in progeny and tales of poo and night-vomit and teething woes. No need, I know I'm the winner. And it's all good, the prize was worth it, as I got these great giggles out of the little pooper in the car afterwards.






The 10K is in 7 days. It does not look good, but we shall persevere. And even if it sucks and I fall down breathless only feet from the finish line and scrape my knees and crush my elbows . . . the after party's gonna be fabulous!!!!

Have a great week all.


C