March 24, 2011
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Dropping The Egg.
I just offered to pay my 7 year old $1 to bathe my 5 year old. She accepted and even suggested helping her with her hair.
Not a bad deal. For either of us.
I am mostly incapable of making furniture decisions on my own. So, I enlisted the help of the fabulous Amy Morgan. She’s nothing short of amazing and the best part? She’s FRUGAL. A rare combination in a decorator/designer.
SO! Today, we headed north on the interstate and hit the jackpot. Tomorrow, I am having a table and chairs delivered and I can hardly wait. It feels a little like Christmas Eve.
I can smell summer even though our high today was only 65ish. I’ve never looked more forward to spring/summer as this year. It marks the end of having three kids in three different schools. It just about killed me and I am thrilled to have them all in the same school next year.
It’s been so exhausting that I’ve not quite, but almost dreaded every little “fun” event. I’m too busy shuffling schedules and getting sitters for the baby to have time to look forward to things like the preschool “egg drop” that is actually tomorrow.
An egg drop.
You wrap a raw egg in an 8×8 zip lock bag as creatively as you want to and a teacher climbs on the roof and drops it.
Who’s egg will survive the fall unbroken?? Tune in tomorrow to find out!!
I’m guessing it won’t be ours, seeing how I’ve NO idea what I’m going to wrap it in. Brad suggested concocting a parachute. hmm….the competitive monster in me is dying to figure out the sure fire way to save the egg but the mother in me is screaming, “OH MY GOSH. Grab some bubble wrap, stick the egg in it, let it fall, let it break, and let’s go to Chick-Fil-A for lunch. IT’S FRIDAY! Who cares!!”
I love my babies. I think they are the most precious things that ever walked the face of the earth. I wonder if I’ll feel that way when they are 8, 12, 14, and 16?
The other night, Jake asked me how he will know when Jesus calls him. How will he know if it’s really Him or if he’s just day dreaming.
Like I said. The most precious things ever.
~stacey
Comments (6)
I adore fat baby legs!!!…..not so sure about the egg drop!
when we were kids scott and i would take his g.i. joe’s and make parachutes for them out of sandwich baggies and shoe laces… then we’d throw them out our attic window at the kids walking home from school. you know those weird home school kids!
don’t know if it would be strong enough to hold an egg. i’m w/ you on wrapping it in bubble wrap, and heading to chick fil a, and “who cares!” 
enjoy your friday~ and sweet pictures of baby. i can’t believe how fast she’s growing. sorry. had to say it!
love ya girlfriend.
what a fun little post. i’m happy for you and your new furniture..post pics? This girl adores furniture and frugal finds, so i’m excited for yours!! ;O) silly, i know.
that last question by Jake…wow. that is so very precious. what a tender heart. i long for the day when my babies ask those kind of questions to me…but it also makes me scared that what if we’re not planting good enough seeds…wow.
happy friday!!
ps.
the header is ADORABLE!!
Can’t wait to hear how your egg drop turns out.
And yes, you will love when they turn 8, 12, 14 and 16. (Well, not sure about 16, we’re not there yet! But we’re almost to 14, and it’s still good =)
Enjoy your weekend, and have fun at Chik-Fil-A. I have never been there…..my family always stops at one when they go south.
There aren’t any in our area. Someday I will try a fabulous chicken sandwich from them!
that egg drop actually sounds fun! Can’t wait to see what you come up with