Spring Break?

Here it is Spring Break!

For years Spring Break was a time for two things...

skipping away for a mini vacation which would be unbelievable or

 cleaning out every single room the children inhabited.

  Dusting and polishing,

 tossing and putting away

 or basic cleaning and packing,

 planning and anticipating.

Not this year...

this year was/is enjoying time with Scarlet and Tyler,

 replacing the washing machine,

 Hope's Birthday

 and....Yep, that's right, not anything.

  I might fix Hope's pants today, I will be doing some more laundry,

 I would love to clean/paint something, but most likely not.

Hope is definitely

 having the most lame Spring Break ever.

  I think this is one of the things not so fun when you are the baby.

  

However,

 she could of just as easily messed up any vacate plans we had

 by getting a job.

  Hmmmmmmmmm, can I place the blame of non-plans onto Hope?

  Yep, I think so.

  No way can she start a job

 and then immediately ask for time off so she can vacate.

  So everyone, it is HOPE's fault we are at home. 

 I even thought perhaps we could do another quick trip to Vegas to finish up a few things.  But, honestly, no.  

I can't even fit in a quick trip with Hope to St. George.  

I could have yesterday,

 however, it was her birthday

 and I didn't want to "drag" her everywhere

 so she could complain years from now...

 (instead I wasn't here for breakfast,

 didn't see her at lunch,

 wasn't home when she returned,

 and said, "what? there isn't anything left over in the fridge to eat?")

  That's right, she did NOT have one thing made for her

 except a wonderfully colorful batch of cupcakes (thanks Brice and Erica)

 and then a sinfully delightful 4 layer stacked chocolate cake from Costco.

We did sing Happy Birthday however,

 she did complain

 it wasn't as painfully off key as it usually is.

Here we are,

 Happy Spring Break!

  Yes, we are staying at home,

 no we aren't "super" cleaning,

 and we definitely have no new projects going.

Rain and Cinnamon Rolls

So Sunday my girls start saying to me...

"Hey Mom, will you make cinnamon rolls today?"

"NO, it isn't raining"

"Can't you make them anyway?"  

Of course I can.  But, do I really want to make them.  Not really.  Occasionally I will make cinnamon rolls just because I want to.  Sometimes when someone asks, but usually when it rains.  I don't mean just a sprinkle, or maybe it looks like it might rain.  But when it really rains.  I love the rain.  If I feed my kids Cinnamon Rolls when it rains, perhaps they will learn to love the rain as well.  (What I really should do is make something special when the wind blows...however, I would be making something special almost everyday then).

When we came home, I went and looked at the weather site.  No rain for 5 days.  Ok, I am off of the hook for cinnamon rolls.  I made homemade fudge sauce to go with yummy homemade brownies.  A special enough treat.  Then my girls kept asking for cinnamon rolls...I replied with "is it raining?"

I actually thought to myself "I wonder if they will team tag it and grab the hose to water down the front/back of the house and tell me "See, it IS raining".  However, they didn't.  They just smiled and winked and every now and then grinned.  

Yesterday was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, birds were singing, no wind.  Completely lovely.  We played "ball" in the yard, did back flips, played tag, rode on bikes, jumped; some of us even picked up a bit of sun.

Late last evening I walked outside to let the dog out and to look at the stars for a bit...no stars.  In fact, the sky was a bit patchy with clouds...quite a few of them.  Hmmmmm.  And of course I think of the grins, and smiles, and knowing winks I caught glimpses of earlier in the day.

This morning I get up to let the "needy" dog out, as I am letting him out the front sidewalk is a bit wet.  I think to myself, "so who was the wiseguy that watered down the sidewalk?"

I look a bit closer and that "wet" goes all over the sidewalk and porch.  Not only that, but the road has a glistening shine of "wet" as well.

Those darn girls prayed for rain so we could have cinnamon rolls.

  No, it isn't raining like I usually require...the clouds aren't imminently ominous and hanging dark and heavy and low.  But, rain was the requirement, rain was plotted and planned for and here I am....on my way to make cinnamon rolls.