Bowling anyone?

Sometimes, when all else fails, you just need to go bowling. Don’t believe me? Ask Raynes (or his friend Henry).  Bowling anyone?

Bowling anyone? via grateful simplicity

Such the ladies man trying to impress

 

 

Bowling anyone? via grateful simplicity

Such form..

 

Bowling anyone? via grateful simplicity

Our monkey in the middle has to go for a strike too….

Bowling anyone? via grateful simplicity

 

Bowling anyone? via grateful simplicity

 

Bowling anyone? via grateful simplicity

Bowling anyone?

 

 

 

Bowling anyone? via grateful simplicity

 

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Bowling anyone? via grateful simplicity

 

Maybe they’re ready for the roller rink next. Pops, you hear that?

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Midweek Meltdown

I suppose it was bound to happen…. a tipping point. A midweek meltdown if you will.

 

Now I know there are some ‘real world,’ serious problems out there. The fact that my plate feels like it’s been through the buffet line three times over doesn’t mean much in comparison. But everything is relative. Here’s how it transpired: It’s Thursday morning and we wake up to find the dryer quits working. This, of course, creates a mountain of dirty laundry in record speed. With a potential buyer coming to see in a few hours I keep on keepin’ on.  The showing is quite untimely- from 7-8 p.m. which is smack dab in the middle of dinner and bed but that is okay because I’ve  gotten a wild hair and took the day off from work. That’s a good thing given the fact that a tornado must have surely gone through our house that morning. I decide to do a little bit of yard work- surely that will impress our anonymous potential buyers- so I grab the clippers and get to pruning. As I am thinking to myself it’s all going to be okay. This too shall pass. It’s only a bump in the road I put the finishing touches on my nicely pruned vines only to suddenly feel sharp, burning, needle-type stings in my hands – attacked by wasps.  Holy Cow- they’re not kidding when they say it hurts like the dickens.

It must have been a combination of having a family, buying a home, construction timelines and decisions , trying to constantly “show” a home with three children, working full time, Sassy out of town, knowing that only two days of summer camp remained- and the wasp bites were enough to send me into the ugly cry which led to the midweek meltdown. Calling first Mr. Robinson, then my Mom with a pathetic, shaky voice.

midweek meltdown via grateful simplicity

Attributing to the midweek meltdown….

 

 

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Sometimes things, and people, have to get worn down before they can shine again. #Robinsonhomeagainhomeagain

 

 

For those of you that have never experienced a midweek meltdown, I highly recommend one. It purges the moaning, complaining and woe is me.  In fact, I may need to have a good cry more often.

It’s a new day and yes, this too shall pass. We are going to hunker down, enjoy our last weekend #growinguponglenmoredrive and take it one step at a time. Next week at this time a truck will be arriving for us to load up and move out. For now? It’s an uncomplicated weekend simplicity.

A one woman paint by numbers party.....

A one woman paint by numbers party…..

midweek meltdown via grateful simplicity

until it gets crashed by a blurry baby brother

 

 

With the weekend comes FroYo Friday- a favorite in our house.

midweek meltdown via grateful simplicity

parking lot photos. Because we’re fancy like that.

 

Sometimes I just need to sit back and take the complicated out of life.

Slow Down, Summer

Maybe because it’s three children going in three different directions. Or perhaps it actually is shorter, but Summer seems to be disappearing before our very eyes. With the exception of a quick weekend beach trip here or there, we’ve been staying busy at home and working hard on the new house.  I go “back to school”  in just over two weeks while the girls are wrapping up their summer reading to return in a little less than 3 weeks.

Slow Down Summer via grateful simplicity

One last summer hurrah!

 

This week marks the last week of Pre-K camp for the little guy, who has spent the summer perfecting the word “poopy.”  Yes, you read that right (thank you cousin Whit). Poopy is actually a very versatile word and if you hung around our house long enough, you would see that R finds a way to use it as both a verb, adjective and noun. Our son, he’s so gifted.

Slow Down Summer via grateful simplicity

 

The birthday celebrations have finally come to an end and we now have a 12, 9 and 3 year old under our roof. And soon to be 89 year-old.  That’s right, we are going to be living with Meme. Rather, she is going to be living with our family as we recently purchased her home and are in the process of making some tweaks to it to prepare for 6 of us to live under one right.  It’s a win-win situation for everyone. My children get to live with their great- grandmother (how many people can say that?!), Mr. Robinson and I are able to purchase a home closer to his job and the kids school, Meme doesn’t have the financial obligations of maintaining a large home anymore, and well… that’s what family does in my book. Take care of one another. I may need to add a label to this blog called ‘Meme-isms’ because anyone who knows Sylvia, knows there’s a lot where that came from… as it’s sure to be a fun and interesting road.

In the meantime slow down, summer.

Born on the ninth of July

We hosted one last family hurrah here at the house recently- as part of Britton’s three day birthday celebration.

She wanted to have grandparents and cousins over for a vegetarian style salad bar and ice cream. It turned out fun and the boys managed to find some protein on their salads too.  So we celebrated the girl who was born on the ninth of July once again.

 

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Sometimes the “big” girls just need to get away from their little brothers.

Born on the ninth of July via grateful simplicity

 

Born on the ninth of July via grateful simplicity

No family gathering is complete without Tucker’s furry cousin Jorge.

Born on the ninth of July via grateful simplicity

Notice how Big Whit is in a cake trance

 

The summer is just flying by with only a few weeks left of summer. It’s hard to believe, but seems to be the pace of life as of lately.

(anything but) Weekend Simplicity

(anything but) Weekend Simplicity….

For the past week I’ve been conducting an experiment to if stress is directly related to the number of canker sores in my mouth.  The results? They are absolutely directly related.  It is anything but weekend simplicity. Here’s where things currently stand in the Robinson household: our home is for sale, we’ve purchased the new house and began construction this week.  Just to keep things real, we also put our rental condo for sale this week (sold!).  Throw in two parents with full time jobs, three children in the summer time and you’ve got yourself a seriously low fun factor.

What IS fun though– is seeing the transformation that a little bit of paint can make.  Because I am too embarassed to admit to anyone how many samples of varying shades of white I actually bought, I’ll just tell you that it pays to have The Color Whisper (aka Courtney) as your best friend.  She can look at a room and say fancy things like, “the color is being reflected in this room.”  Or, “This color sucks out the blue.”  While I don’t know exactly what that means, I do know that the pregnant girl in high heels sure has an eye for color.

 

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AFTER:: Dining room: Benjamin Moore Gray Owl

Before: Dining Room

BEFORE:: Dining Room

50 shades of white. Literally.

50 shades of white. Literally.

Went by mid- week and found things to be quickly moving along. Holes in walls, toilets in yard can only mean one thing… progress.

A little overwhelming

A little overwhelming– plumbers moving gas line into kitchen for range.

(anything but) Weekend Simplicity via Grateful Simplicity

side porch– vanity anyone?

(anything but) Weekend Simplicity via Grateful Simplicity

Eventually. the plan is to have one heck of a vegetable garden in the foreground

 

(anything but) Weekend Simplicity via Grateful Simplicity

One part of the house that is done and CLEAN— the back porch. Maybe we should just hang out here in the humid 103 degree weather.

 

(anything but) Weekend Simplicity via Grateful Simplicity

I have to laugh a little because currently the house looks nothing like this. But… one day of not taking photos and a lot can change. Britton has been at camp with our church all week and have really missed my girl. We never did receive a letter but I’m hoping that’s because our mail has been forwarded and it now takes 17 weeks to get any mail.

Joking aside, one of the silver linings of having a titch of a momentary chaotic life is that Mr. Robinson and I are true partners. We are working together, relying on one another and helping each other. This brings a close couple even closer.  We find ourselves more appreciative of each other. Even if I do have a few canker sores.