Thoughts on a Rainy Day

I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of rain, and my first thought was, "Yay! I don't have to water the lawns tomorrow!" Then, I promptly went back to sleep. It is 8:00 a.m. now, and still raining, so I'm guessing there won't be any swimming lessons this morning. We shall see. Swimming lessons began this past Monday, and Camden is doing great! He has much more confidence in the water than he did last year, and I have a feeling he'll be making great strides this summer. Griffin...not so much. While he enjoyed the "Mommy & Me" class last year, he spent the first two classes this week, screeching and clawing at me and wanting to get out of the pool. So, we are officially drop-outs, I'm sad to say.

Steve's away at annual training right now, and these little boys have been working me over this week. Now, I'm not looking for any sympathy here, because I know all of you know exactly what I am talking about. The bickering. The toy-throwing. The tantrums. The general unruliness of a 2-year old and an almost 6-year old. These are the times where I feel very sorry for my poor mother, because I am quite sure my brother and I caused her the same heartburn I am feeling now, when we were little. Alas, that's not all we've been up to this week, thank goodness. We've managed to throw in some ice cream, some crafting, lots of yard work and gardening, some baking, a little kung-fu, one child with runny eyes and a fever, and some birthday party planning, to round it all out.

Speaking of gardening, I'm finally starting to enjoy the fruits (or veggies) of my labor. All of my radishes have been picked and eaten, I've made 2 cups of pesto (which I promptly froze in ice cube trays and popped in the freezer), and I've baked some rosemary bread. I'm so happy that my herbs are doing so well this year - - I love having them right there at my fingertips.