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kayla

My daughter looking at the fish in the creek near our house.

I have had the perfect weekend. Friday: After I got off work we lit the bonfire in the backyard, roasted marshmallows and fired up the grill. We had garlic chipotle salmon,corn on the cob and yellow rice. We did nothing but hung around outside. I even attempted to overcome my creative block and draw something. It was nothing exciting, but it was something and that is more then I can say I have done in a long time.

Saturday: The kids and I went to Toys-r-Us. They were having a little party thing with kids activities and the kids wanted to spend their birthday money. We hung out there for awhile. We went home packed a picnic lunch and headed out to the spring. The spring is an old spring we found when we were geocaching one time and it is my new favorite place to relax. You can hear the water bubbling and running and you can sit in this old brick water house and stay out of the hot sun. It is awesome. I forgot my sketchpad which is what I had planned to do while sitting at the spring, so instead I took pictures. Another attempt to get over my creative block. I figure I will make myself do something every day. We left the spring and rented movies and a video game. On the way home we hit the thrift store. I actually bought an exercise bike, my goal is to get back to my regular weight by my brother's wedding in September.  The kids played and I cleaned my room and wrote. You guessed it, another attemtp at creative recapturing. We decided to grill and build another bonfire, so we roasted marshmallows again and had burgers and baked beans. I rode the exercise bike while the food was cooking. I went to bed exhausted. It was great.

Sunday: I got up and rode the bike for awhile. Then I grabbed the only child who had woken up for the day and we went grocery shopping. I came back and cleaned the house.When two kids had woken up we went and got new movies. For the remainder of the day I have pretty much laid on my hammock and on  my couch and read. My kids kept themselves busy all day and I haven't heard one fight between all three of them. Supper is cooking teriyaki salmon and cheesy julienned potatoes. I know you are thinking salmon again, but actually my daughter begged for it, so yep twice in three days.

 This has been the perfect weekend.

We just got back from the park. There was a guy there that was just straight up creepy. Seriously as soon as we pulled up I saw him and my freak-o-meter went off. I let my kids out to play and told them not to talk to the guy. He had a camera and was taking a picture of some girl (she was about 18-19 years old). I never took my eyes off him. He finished taking the girls picture and she left. So he starts walking toward my daughter and I was like hell no your not going to talk to her, so I started to get up to go over to where she was, but he got there first and said something to her.  She came running over and said he wanted to take her picture. He was watching me the whole time she was asking. I told her no he couldn't and that a grown man doesn't need to take her picture.He saw me telling her no.  So I sent her the other direction to play and stressed to not talk to him. Then he walks up and asks me if I have an email address. I said yeah. He said he could take pictures of both my daughters (my son apparently wasn't his thing) and email them to me. I glared at him and pretty much told him off. He got uncomfortable (could have been the I hope you burn in hell look I gave him)  and  tried to make small talk for a second and then went and sat in his car and I stood there and watched him. I must have made him nervous, because then he left. I was thinking though that I should have got his license plate number because he had a big van with tinted windows and out of state plates and the whole thing was just really freaking creepy. The guy was a slime ball too, really homely and dirty and he was using crutches, except that he wasn't really using them at all.I didn't think about the plates  until he was already leaving and I couldn't read them.

My children are nothing like I was when I was younger...or like I am now for that matter. A typical Christmas for my brothers and I  was...

On Christmas eve we would all sleep on the floor in the basement. We weren't allowed to wake each other up, but we were allowed to get our stockings as soon as we woke up. One of us (usually me ) woke up at around 2 or 3 AM. We would accidentally on purpose  trip over the still sleeping people so that if it came down to it we wouldn't be lying if we were asked whether we woke up the others or not, because after all it was an accident that we woke them up. So anyway, early morning we would run up and get our stockings and open all the presents in them. Then we would fall back asleep. We would sleep for a couple hours and by 5 AM we were up again and ready to open presents. We were not allowed to touch the presents until we opened them, because our parents didn't want us figuring out what was in them, and I actually do not ever remember us breaking the rule and touching them. At 5 AM we would go upstairs and wake up my mom and dad. Then we would go sit and wait FOREVER :-) for them to come down. We couldn't open any until my dad had his coffee in hand. Finally we could open them all and it took probably less then a half hour. I was the worst one,I had no patience and everything about Christmas excited me. I am still like that. I love Christmas morning.

Now for my kids...

They all go to sleep in their own beds. At some point in the morning I can't stand it any longer and I have to fight every urge to wake them up to open presents and get their stockings. I have been pacing the living room since 5 AM waiting for them to get up. FINALLY they get up. One at a time they  slowly come out. They don't wake each other up. I have to wait agonizingly for each to get up. They don't run to their stockings right away or spend more then a minute gazing at the presents under the tree trying to figure out what they are. They wander around the house for a while waking up. All the while the suspense is killing me. I want to run after them with their stockings in hand screaming open them, for the love of god open them. Then ever so slowly they wander over to their stockings and open them. Then after they have looked at their stockings for what seems like hours, they are ready to open presents. From there it goes quickly. My parents always said that when I had kids I would be paid back for waking them up early every  Christmas. I wish...seriously where are these kids that are so impatient and excited because I could handle the early morning wake up. It is the slow leisurely wake up that kills me. So in a way I was paid back for it, it just happened to be by them doing the opposite thing than what I did to my parents.