First, I meant to write about Sean, and all the awesome activities he does and how cute he is.

Then I was going to tell you about the conversation I had with Dennis this week about Roth IRAs and life insurance and I said that I could not believe I was a 40 year-old mother of 4 having this discussion in my kitchen and I’d really rather be a 21 year-old intoxicated bimbo in a bar somewhere. I used saltier language – but your get the gist. He wanted to know if it was really true. I told him I’d get back to him.

Then I was going to explain that when I lose a little of my homeschooling mojo I resort to reading my children thousands (instead of hundreds) of books, playing card games and watching Nat Geo.

I also started crafting a tirade about the laundry and the incessant need to cook dinner, but I realized I’ve posted about that so many times that I am boring even myself.

I had a great idea for a post about Ethan and his coloring. I would have told you how thankful I am that he LOVES to color and gets such satisfaction in filling in each tiny spot with a unique color producing these masterpieces.

Each time he opens a new box of crayons he insists that I throw out the white crayon immediately. No, he won’t do it himself.

Of course there was sledding to blog about.

I could post cute pictures of brothers cuddling.

I could post about how I let Sean watch another episode of Jake and the Neverland Pirates and Gavin watch Phineas & Ferb and Mikey still sleep to write this post. Anyhow, no children were harmed in the crafting of this post and that’ what’s important.