Wednesday, Wednesday

In keeping with the theme of "memory keeper," I wanted to write out a play by play of what our days look like right now.   Wednesdays are usually pretty eventful, so I picked today to try to snapshot our moment by moment.   George has a late start on Wednesdays - 9:15 am. So it is the day I take him to school. (Tim has to be at school at 7 on Wednesdays, but every other day they start the same time).   So we all got up at the lovely hour of 7 am. (I just can't get used to the fact that this is wake up time everyday - even though it has been for the last five years.)   I showered, fed and dressed the kids and got us out the door by 8:25am - without taking a single picture!   As we are walking out the door George says he is still hungry. (After the scrambled eggs and sausage he had just scarfed down.)   So I grab apples for both the boys, cause you know Ethan will want one if George has one.
 

First picture of the day.

In typical Bettelli fashion . . . here is George obeying when I say to hold up your apple and smile.

And Ethan covering his face like someone is about to stab him.

After we left George off we were in serious need of gas . . . for the car.

I thought that was a good price, so I pulled into Walmart and put 50 buck in.

This is all I got for it.

A little over half a tank . . . are you kidding me?

Gas alone can make you broke.

Moving on . . . 

I was in major need of a car wash and have seen the $5.00 wash advertised right by the school.

I gave it a try.

And it totally disappointed.

Dirt streaks down the back of my car.

I am sure it had nothing to do with the fact that my car was so dirty you couldn't even tell what color it was supposed to be.

But we will just go with sucky car wash, not sucky person who takes car of car (or doesn't in this case).

I did think it would be a fun experience for Ethan . . . you know, sitting there watching the water and listening to it hit the windows.

He screamed bloody murder the entire time, begging me to hold him cause it was totally freaking him out.

Double failure in one . . . Still dirty car and frightened child.

Just go ahead and give me the award for "Mother of the year" right now.

Since I felt so bad for Ethan, I decided to get him myself a Starbucks with my Tim's gift card that he got from one of his students for Christmas.

Thanks, Babe.

And thanks, Student I don't know.

I really enjoyed it.

Next, we had to hit up the post office to send off some books we sold on Half.com . . . three weeks ago.

Sorry to those buyers!

Think they'll give us a good review?

Then we got to go to the Dollar Tree.

Can you even imagine anything more fun?  Me either.

You may be wondering at this point why I am not taking pictures on the inside of these places.

I had both Lexi and Ethan with me, so the only picture taking opportunities are in the car - with them securely strapped in.

Once we finished that delightful trip (insert sarcasm now), we headed to Chic-Fil-A to grab some lunch to bring to George at school.

We usually try to eat with him on Wednesdays, since we drop him off so late and his lunchtime is at 11.

That sign just screams delicious, doesn't it?

Again, George smiling and Ethan ignoring.  

Are you noticing the trend?

Here is Lexi girl while the boys ate.

After lunch (every single week) George asks us to go on the playground with his class, so I obliged this time.

I actually should do it more often.

It was like I had 15 babysitters to watch Ethan, while I got to just nurse Lexi and sit in the breeze.

Win, win.

Yes, my baby is fat . . . I mean healthy.

After playground time we headed back to the cafeteria to see Daddy.

We stayed for about 2.5 seconds because Ethan was so tired he could barely stand up.

So we headed home to the barn . . . 

The top section is where we live.

The bottom section is where the dogs and horses live.

Now we begin my favorite part of the day . . . 

Naptime . . . which lasted approximately 3 hours.

I do very productive things during naptime . . . 

Like finish watching The Bachelor, for example.

Or eat ice cream.

And yes that is very productive in losing my baby weight, in case you were wondering.

Now onto something seriously productive for my soul . . . 

When we all got up (yes, I usually get to snooze for a good 45 minutes to an hour after I finish whatever it is I have to finish that afternoon), we went outside to play.

Trampoline.

Hard to get that active boy in focus.

He never. stops. moving.

Swings.

Kitty Cats.

I didn't get a picture, but when George and Tim got home George totally ate it while riding a scooter.

It was pretty ugly, and I had to put peroxide on it . . . that always feels so good.

Once we got inside, it was time to make some dinner.

I love nights when I have leftovers from the night before.

Makes my job so much easier.

Taco Chicken Salads for the grown-ups.

Chicken and Rice for the babes.

Done and done.

Once dinner is finished we usually let the boys have some media time . . . they can play on the ipad or computer or watch tv.

Around 7:30 it is bathtime shower-time because that is the only cleaning station we have in this apartment.

They basically yell and scream over who gets to stand in the streaming water for a good 20 minutes until Tim or I washes them and gets them out.

We then pull out the couch bed and all cuddle in front of the tv till around 8:30.

Lights out.

Ethan usually continues to get up for the next couple hours before falling asleep in his crib.

Around 1 or 2 am he gets up again and comes in our bed.

I don't usually notice until 3 when Lexi gets up to eat.

I tell Tim to take him out because I don't want to wake him up with her crying.

So he takes him to the couch bed, and they both end up sleeping there with George until the next morning when the whole cycle starts again.

What a lovely cycle it is.

Longest. Post. Ever.

You get a prize if you made it to the end.

Oh, I don't know what prize that would be . . . but you get one, you lucky thing.