The new house-
Here are some pictures of our new house. If feels more like home everyday. The first few nights you feel like you’re staying in a hotel. The dirty dishes in the sink and the laundry pile quickly reminded me that this was not a full-service hotel!
My favorite features of the new house are; my walk-in pantry (sometimes I just stand in there and enjoy the beauty of organized accessable food) and the backyard. We ‘ve already made good use of it. Popcycles on the lawn, dinner on the patio, and a Sunday nap in the shade.
Bathtime and pudding cups
Monday was a lousy day. If it could go wrong it did go wrong.
Frustration, sadness, disappointment, teething infant, interruptions, and unproductively, are all just a few words that describe Monday.
The washer was leaking, and at dinner time I realized I had left the oven on at the old house. Big Brother was conducting and experiment to see how many ways he could make his brother cry.
When he left that night for his softball game I had a screaming infant in my arms and a two-year-old running laps around my kitchen yelling, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.” I decided that a bath and bed were in order (it was only 6:45). Big Brother was in the bathtub, Baby Boy sat in the Bumbo on the floor and I sat on the edge of the tub.
Because of all of the previously mentioned insanity, I didn’t eat any dinner so I had taken a pudding cup into the bathroom with me. Soon all three of us are smiling and eating pudding in the bathroom. After bath the chaos took up right where it left off. But for 15 precious minutes we had peace, harmony, and pudding.
Boys in my Bed-
I finally moved Baby Boy out of our bedroom and into his crib. Yes, I know he’s five-months-old and it should have happened months ago, but it’s done now. The boys are sharing a room so that the extra room can be used as an office.
I always imagine the worst case scenario when venturing into new territory with the boys. Worst case scenario being; they both keep me up all night and by morning they are sitting on the edge of the road holding a sign that says, “Free to good home”.
This did not happen. They both slept, even though I had to feed Baby Boy in the wee hours of the morning; we managed not to disturb Big Brother.
However, because we are all adjusting to a new house and new sleeping arrangements, both of the boys have been getting up at about 5:30 am. This morning on the baby monitor I hear Baby Boy start to talk and coo. Less than a minute later I hear Big Brother climbing on the the side of the crib repeating his brother’s name and saying, “Morning, morning!”.
Soon we were all in bed together. At one point all three of my guys where laying sideways on the pillow; all of them looking over at me. It was such a sweet sight (forgive my sappiness). Don’t get me wrong, if you had given me a choice between that sight and two more hours of sleep; it would have been a tough choice.
P.S pictures of the new house will be coming as soon as I find my camera!
Hand me the sports section please…
Despite my very busy day I managed to snap a couple fun pictures of the boys. Perspective is everything isn’t it? To me all of this packing and moving is tiring and I just want it to be over. The boys however, see it as an endless possibility for fun and exploration. Maybe I should take a few lessons from my two-year-old!
Eating lunch and reading the sports section. I wonder who he learned that from? He wants to be just like Daddy, and that’s just fine with me!
The big move is on Saturday and I’ve been working all week just getting closets and cupboards packed into boxes. I know that from the pictures you can’t really tell that progress is being made, but I think we’re going to be in good shape by Saturday.
For those of you who know me well, you can understand how hard it is for me to live with this clutter.
I have real love-hate relationship with packing peanuts. Presently they are breeding and taking over my house! (Thanks for the boxes and peanuts Jared!)
We’ve been eating off of paper goods for the last several days. No dishes; that’s something I could get used to!
Old Friends… Good Food
Old photo albums,
New little faces to meet,
Coffee and fruit pizza,
The table looked warm and inviting and the pizza turned out perfect!
We had old friends and… Old friends in the making.
Life is always rushing by, propelled by busy schedules, work, to-do lists, families. But for us, that night, time stood still for a few hours; while we enjoyed the company of those who knew us when we were young.
I think I’m going to jail-
I went to Wal-Mart at the beginning of the week and I bought a shirt to go with my navy blue poka-dotted skirt. When I brought it home I realized that it didn’t really go with the skirt so I kept the receipt so I could take it back.
The problem is, I have searched all over the house and cannot find the receipt. I also realized that because I paid for my items at the self-checkout counter, the theft device is still on the shirt.
For the last two days I have been rehearsing what I am going to say to the clerk standing behind the return counter. Who will undoubtedly be staring at me with an expression that says, “Do I have stupid written all over my face?”. There’s no way around it, they’re going to think I stole the shirt. Not only will I be labeled a thief; but a really stupid thief, who tries to return the shirt she stole. The case will be filed under the “stupid criminal” file and my story will become fodder for countless morning D.J’s.
It is at this point that I imagine two beefy Wal-Mart security officers taking me by the elbows and escorting me to a small, dingy, windowless room, where they interrogate me until the police arrive to finger print me. I will then have to pay a fine and have a criminal record. All because of a shirt.
Question: is $16.97 to much too pay to save what’s left of my dignity?
He is on the prowl once again for the elusive red zebra.
He scans his surroundings and spots his prey. He approaches cautiously
and makes first contact by gently batting at it.
The zebra responds by playfully bouncing just out of his reach.
He strains to swipe at the zebra knocking it back and forth.
That’s when the zebra attacks!
A mighty struggle ensues , he panics and swings wildly at the zebra
only to have it come back and hit him full force in the head.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. He bites down on the zebra,
and finds himself tangled up with the wild animal.
He then does what any experienced hunter does; he cries for his mommy
and she rescues him!
Apparently the secret to happiness is not wealth, power, or fame. It is a large metal bucket filled with warm water and bubbles.
He went over to my parents yesterday and had a great time. When your children go to their grandparents house you are never certain what stage of dress or undress they will be returned to you. You may be certain that they will come home happy, full, and tired!
He played in the bucket for hours
Eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the bucket.