The Hackworths

We spent most of the week at home trying to stay dry and warm. We had a soccer game today and we’ve got another one tomorrow. Then next weekend is Lauren’s last game. I sure hope they win because they haven’t won a single game yet. Lauren is quite the little goalie, though. No one scored a point off of her today.

Other than soccer, there isn’t much going on around here. We’re trying to stay busy until May. We’ve got birthdays, a wedding, and the arrival of my sister for a visit. (Hi Larissa!) There are lots of plans for trips to the beach, the Outer Banks, and anything else we can think of to keep us busy over the summer.

And with that totally vanilla post, the least I can do is give you kids something totally adorable to look at, right? So here you go.

The boy loves Pop Tarts. Just this morning I put a handful of Kix in front of him and with one swipe of his arm they were scattering all over the floor with exclamations of, “PAH TAHT PAH TAHT!”. Eggs are fed to the dog, breakfast burritos end up being eaten by his sisters, and pancakes don’t get made while Justin is gone because my pancakes are inferior. The cashier at the commissary generally looks at me like I’m some sort of freak when I buy four 12-packs of the Pop Tarts. At least until Ryan sees them and starts yelling.

I spent a couple of days wondering whether I should post about this. I don’t like getting in trouble. But it’s just too funny to NOT tell, so happy Monday kids, hope you like garbage.

Friday evening I did dishes. No, that’s not the whole story, you better hush back there in the back. So, I did dishes and before slipping on my fancy rubber gloves, I took my rings off and stuck them on the window sill above the sink. I’ll pause right here to say that they did not go down the drain. This story is far nastier than that.

Fast forward to Saturday morning. We’re all getting ready for a day of errands and soccer and I go to the window to get my rings. They’re not there. Of course I know who touched them, so I turn to Kate and ask her where my rings are. Before she even gets a word out I just know she’s about to tell me a whopper. “I don’t know, Mom. I think Ryan got them.” Ha! The boy has been trapped in the livingroom all day, I know better than this so I give her the ol’, “Girl you best tell me the truth and knock that lying stuff off!” speech. Lo and behold she had used my rings while playing with her playdoh and they were “dirty” so she tossed them in the garbage.

Commence the freaking out and tears. I managed to keep the freaking out and crying from freaking her out, though, so go me. This is where I start digging through the trash one piece at a time. I get all the way to the bottom of the bag without seeing a single ring. More tears. Then it occurs to me that I had taken out the trash earlier. So I got to go dumpster diving. I get all the way to the bottom of that bag and I’m just about to die from the fear of having to tell Justin that I lost my wedding rings when I hear a rattle. In the yogurt container! I get really excited and then totally disappointed, but still a little happy all at the same time because it was the band. We’re still missing a big diamond.

After all of that, I got to the bottom of the bag without finding my engagement ring and I’m really starting to go a little insane. Did Justin pay close enough attention to my rings that he’d notice a different set? Maybe I can sneak a new one before he realizes. No, that’ll never work. Surely he’d miss a couple grand missing from the checking account. Maybe he won’t notice that I’m only wearing a wedding band. Yeah right. Then I had an epiphany. This is Kate we’re talking about. Fifty bucks says she tossed the engagement ring in a different yogurt container. Sure enough I grabbed the other yogurt container and dug around in it and found the ring. And let me just say, yogurt makes a really good jewelry cleaner. Besides, how can you stay mad at this face?

2006 has been dubbed the year of the hair here at Hackworth World Headquarters. Already we’ve had three incidents involving scissors and a certain young lady’s curly locks. The last incident drove me over the edge. I couldn’t put her hair up in a ponytail or pigtails or even braids without the cut pieces coming loose. So I did the logical thing and took her to the beauty salon. I did it now since Justin is half a world away and cannot glare at me. Please do NOT cry when you see it, Mom. It’s really quite adorable.

Cute things spew out of Kate’s mouth at an amazing rate. I love that Curious George is Serious George and Piglet is Chicklet. Shampoo and conditioner are Dragon Poo and air conditioner. She runs around saying things like “girl shake that laffy taffy” and “you are so frustrating”. And she wonders why I can’t stop squeezing her.

Welcome to Friday, kids! It’s been a heck of a week here at Hackworth Headquarters. We’ve all been sick with Lauren getting the worst of it. After three days home from school with a raging ear infection, she finally headed off to school again this morning. But not until she stopped on the yellow lines in the middle of the street to look both ways to get on the bus she almost missed. I guess she forgot that whole “before you cross the street” thing. (Imagine me doing the quote fingers right there.)

Since I’ll be spending the majority of my day cleaning for the weekend, how about some more music for you? This is another of our fave cleaning jams and discussed a teeny bit more over here. Remember, don’t be a spaz, right click and save as… French Affair – My Heart Goes Boom. No pretty graphics today because I can’t stop sneezing. Enjoy! And leave comments if you take it or I will spank your hiney. (Do you see what 3 days with 4 kids will do to you?!)