Ever play the game Mad Gab? One team holds up a card with a gibberish phrase and the other team has to translate it. Translating what my two year old says is a lot like playing this game. Case in point, last week my daughter was teasing my mom. My mom wanted her to call her Grandma and she knew this so she would call her everything but that. As they looked each other in the eye their charade went something like this…

Since the day he was born, people have been telling me that my son looks like his Daddy. He’s been referred to as Scott 2.0 and Mini-Me. I don’t argue that there is no debating who his Daddy is, but I will say that he’s got my eyes. Make that eye. For photography. Check out these pictures I took of my parents when I was in elementary school.

We have a tradition at our house that we do every day when Daddy comes home. I don’t know exactly when or how it started, but as soon as Maggie (our dog) barks to let us know he’s home, my older two children dash and hide. Daddy then has to find them. I’m sure the words, "Daddy’s home…HIDE!" were just the words he longed to hear after a hard day of work, but he always plays along and looks "high and low" till he finds them and is greeting with smiles and giggles.

I didn’t used to be a procrastinator, but now that I have 3 kids, I tend to take care of the urgent first. This means that sometimes my really good plans get altered when real life sets in. I have found that if I want to tackle a large project or extra thing (extra being not laundry, groceries, cleaning, cooking… those necessities of life) I need to make a self-imposed deadline in order for it to happen.

In college I had some friends who had wipe off boards and would write up some funny or amusing phrase they’d over hear and it would stay on the "quote board" until the next memorable statement. Anyone else do this? Well, I guess I am using this blog post as my quote board… here are a few memorable ones from the past several weeks.  While drinking some water one hot evening my son said to me, "Mom, soon this is going to be pee!

Last week was a busy week around my house…with celebrating my birthday and preparing for my baby girl’s first birthday party, I didn’t have a lot of spare time left for reading the Internet. So, of course when I checked CNN.com to scan the headlines, I only had time for one article. Which article did this homebound mommy starved for information on life outside of the circus, click on? ‘It was like I was on Rollerblades,’ says Miss USA

When I spend time in nature, be it gazing at the waves crashing at the shore of the beach, beholding a mountain peak in all it’s might, or gazing at a star studded sky, each time, I feel compelled to worship my Maker. Spending the day at the zoo this week, was no different. Watching the giraffe reach his long neck out to grab a leaf and witnessing a huge polar bear plunge into a pool of water both caused me to reflect on the Creator of the Universe.

Just a heads up for anyone who might care, I won’t be posting my weekend thought until Sunday. Tonight I am busy baking and decorating a birthday cake and finishing a scrapbook for my baby girl… we are celebrating her first birthday tomorrow!!  Where did this year go???   Weekend Thoughts: My posts typically relate funny anecdotes about the happenings here at the circus. While my days are seldom “normal” enough to leave me without a “post worthy” moment, I use my last post of the week to highlight something a little more “thoughtful” and significant.

Ya know how they say Mom’s have eyes in the back of their head? I’m not sure exactly when my extra set will arrive… do my children have to reach a certain age, or do I need to have a certain number of children? Seems that with a 4 year old, a 2 year old, and an almost 1 year old… I could really use those extra set of eyes…NOW!

This week I celebrated my birthday. As I mentioned yesterday, I love birthdays. Even though I am a "grown up" now and I am not supposed to care about my birthday, I do. A lot. I don’t just look forward to it. I count down the weeks and days until it arrives. When I was a kid I used to have my parents wake me up to say Happy Birthday at the exact minute I was born.