The number of Cubbies in my family. My boys have all attended AWANA since they were 3 years old. This weekend we celebrated the end of another year of fun and the last in which a child of mine is ranked as a “Cubbie.” I’ve had at least one Cubbie for six straight years.
It’s the end of an era. It’s yet another sign that I’m officially past the “mom of little kids” stage and well and truly in the “mom of big kids” stage. It’s pretty great being a mom of big kids, but still it makes me all weepy.
I have to try to keep my mind on the distinct advantages of mothering big kids. Like the fact that I can now read books and garden without worrying that someone’s playing in the toilet or eating borax. I’ve got that going for me.
The number of bags of mulch spread in our yard this weekend (and still a good 15-20 are needed!). We are trying so awfully dang hard to keep our butterfly garden alive this year. Please lift up a little garden prayer for us, okay? Desire has to count for something (right?), and we really really REALLY want to be gardeners!
I’m not even going to tell you how ridiculously sore I was after all that planting and mulching. It’s pathetic really. I’m old and soft.
The highest number of red admiral butterflies seen at once on our hummingbird feeder. The photo above cracks me up. It reminds me of those illustrations of two teenagers in a malt shop making eyes at each other over a shared shake.
The number of actual hummingbirds that we’ve seen at our hummingbird feeder. He/she stopped by yesterday while we were watching the butterflies. I wish I had been recording because the collective gasp from all three boys was so sweet. I love their unending sense of wonder. They will be just as excited about the 37th hummingbird as they were about that first.
Number of times a day I think about how nice it would be to have a tricked out, totally girly, vintage airstream in which to take a little breather when the manliness around here gets to be a bit much.
Jade is planning a “Mama Flew The Coop” road tour and I’m thinking that my (imaginary) airstream would be perfect for it. We’re going to tour the nation eating chocolate cake, collecting spoons and visiting all those bloggy friends of ours, so that just this once we can give each other real live hugs and gush over real live children and eat all their real live food and walk in their real live gardens. Doesn’t that sound fun? Who’s with us?
The boys however think that what our family REALLY needs is one of those fancy RVs with the slides and the bunk beds. They want to go to the Grand Canyon because they’ve just finished watching the three part Brady Bunch series in which the whole family tours the southwest in a station wagon. They’re down with the tour, but not the station wagon.
The number of words in the magazine article that I’m supposed to be finishing. Why do I have such a hard time starting and then FINISHING things that I’m *supposed* to do. I can get 50 things done that are NOT on the list, but give me one thing that HAS to get done, and I have the worst time doing it. Luckily, this article kind of blurs the line between have to and want to… it’s a fun subject that I’ll tell you about soon.
The number of boys running amuck while I’m staring at the computer… in other words, my number’s up.
Have a wonderful day, friends!