Today, Yesterday

Yesterday started off so well. My beloved mother came and watched my children so I could get an ultrasound at Davis Hospital. My ob wanted a more exact due date . . . imagine. With my children in the most capable hands on the planet, I happily headed to the hospital (don't you just LOVE ultrasounds where the baby is alive and healthy) with a Louis L'Amour and granola bar tucked in my purse. I was a little irritated that the hospital was so efficient and got me in and out so quickly. I was only able to get to the little Irish girl kicking Flagan before I was escorted to an ultrasound table. The ultrasound went well. Everything looks surprisingly good, for me, and the official due date is March 7th--three weeks earlier than what I thought. I am totally okay with being farther along.

After Mom left and the lunch dishes were done, I put Eli to bed and let the kids watch Where the Red Fern Grows on netflix. We just finished reading that and Tim, darn him, failed to read the last part so I had to read it and I cried the whole time. Cowen is still in denial that the dogs died. I'm not joking. He was very displeased by the ending. But, they liked the movie and I was able to pull some more school stuff together (this time for the class I teach Thursday nights for Weber State).

So you would think, after a great morning, early afternoon like that, my children would be cooperative and good the rest of the day. You would think WRONG. First, I went outside and heard Patsy whimpering and upon investigation found her hanging from the fence. Literally, hanging. Miriam had tried to get her over the fence, or something. So I saved her life. Then, a few minutes later, I went outside only to find that my two oldest had disappeared. I searched around their favorite places in the front yard, assuming they'd climbed over the fence and ran to the tree park. No, no. They'd climbed over the taller fence in the back and had gone happily trespassing around the church property that meets up with our backyard. Not an LDS church--although I'm sure they are all very nice and wouldn't get really mad at our kids. But still. So then the oldest got spanked for that. I HATE spending time searching for missing children. Really, really dislike it.

Then I went to pull out my large tupperware canister of sugar and found it missing. Upon investigation I found that Cowen had taken it outside and dumped out the whole thing. It had been right full. So he got spanked for that. I was not very impressed because that made supper take longer to make and I was teaching that night so I needed to get everyone fed and ready for me to leave. Grr.

Not pleased with my offspring.

Except Eli. He's darling. Although, I did feel a bit . . . unsettled . . . by how quickly he planted himself in Grandma's lap and how happy he looked there. My mama's boy is moving out of the mama boy stage. Sniff. That's fantastic for things like nursery attendance, but there is something so heartwarming about being the center of the world for your baby. Oh well, he needs to move towards independence because toward the end of February, I'll have a new personal attachment.

And that is all. I have a gazillion things to do today--most of them involve getting the kids to do their Saturday's work--and energy is low. But, if the kids want to watch Dad make the doghouse on Saturday, work must get done today. So I'm off. To the races again.